Just a short little thing! First foray into posting f/f here, a little snippet to go with a picture I reblogged on tumblr.
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“Ah- no- no more!”
No matter what she squeaked or squealed, the fingers wouldn’t stop. Light fluttering teases over her breasts and down her sides, soft fingers grazing over naked skin.
“P-please!” Maybe it was that they liked her laugh? Or perhaps it was that they found it erotic to see her squirm, held tightly under their bodies.
Either way, their dancing fingers and taunting chants had her lost in a world of helpless giggles.
“Coochie coo-“
“Tickle tickle, you’re so sweet when you giggle-”
She could push them off… If she had time to draw in a breath.. If her body would stop tingling… If she could speak past her own laughter….
If she didn’t like it so much.
“Nh-” A soft moan, and then two tickling fingers just brushing her outer lips. Soft tantalizing tracing that makes her squeal. “Oh please- not there- I can’t-”
“Can’t what?” Her friends ask, their smirks wide as they reach for silky fluttering feathers, toying them inches away from her mound.
<i>Can’t do anything but beg. </i>
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“Ah- no- no more!”
No matter what she squeaked or squealed, the fingers wouldn’t stop. Light fluttering teases over her breasts and down her sides, soft fingers grazing over naked skin.
“P-please!” Maybe it was that they liked her laugh? Or perhaps it was that they found it erotic to see her squirm, held tightly under their bodies.
Either way, their dancing fingers and taunting chants had her lost in a world of helpless giggles.
“Coochie coo-“
“Tickle tickle, you’re so sweet when you giggle-”
She could push them off… If she had time to draw in a breath.. If her body would stop tingling… If she could speak past her own laughter….
If she didn’t like it so much.
“Nh-” A soft moan, and then two tickling fingers just brushing her outer lips. Soft tantalizing tracing that makes her squeal. “Oh please- not there- I can’t-”
“Can’t what?” Her friends ask, their smirks wide as they reach for silky fluttering feathers, toying them inches away from her mound.
<i>Can’t do anything but beg. </i>
