The Barefoot Bandit’s Ticklish Downfall

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The young, barefoot criminal had been on the run for weeks. He had broken into homes, cars, and even businesses. But his latest crime had been his downfall. He had tried to rob a jewelry store and ended up getting caught by the police. They chased him through the streets until he snuck into the service elevator of a skyscraper and made his way to the roof.

Now that he was on the roof of the skyscraper, there was nowhere else to go. He turned around to see the police officers gathering at the base of the building, looking up at him with anger and determination in their eyes.

He knew that he was trapped. There was no way down, and no way out. His only option was to try and somehow escape by climbing over to another building—but it was a long way down, and if he fell, it would mean certain death. But what other choice did he have?

So the muscular criminal started to climb to another building. But before he could even get halfway across, his fingers started slipping. His big bare feet dangled dangerously in the air. As soon as he regained his grip, the boy was startled by the feeling of someone touching the soles of his feet. The teen criminal looked down and saw someone in the window right below him, lathering baby oil all over his bare soles and toes. The barefoot and ticklish criminal giggled nervously from the spidery sensations, and tried to tighten his grip on the building’s edge. However, his boy was overcome with laughter as his oiled bare feet were ravaged by hair brushes. The criminal secretly loved the sensations of his feet being tickled and had developed a massive, throbbing erection. However the more the boy laughed, the harder it became for him to grip the building.

He dangled there precariously, his grip slowly slipping as he desperately tried to hold on. His breathing was labored and his heart was pounding in his chest as he faced certain death. The fabric of criminal’s shorts rubbed against the head of his throbbing cock—causing him to ooze precum. The only thing keeping him from plunging to the ground was his grip on the edge of the building.

The tickling sensations were too much for him to handle, and eventually he lost his grip. The moment his fingers slipped, his ticklish, throbbing cock shot out a massive load. The horny criminal screamed in fear and pleasure as he fell to his death. His ticklish body was plummeting towards the hard cement below. There was a sickening thud as the barefoot criminal hit the pavement. His lifeless body was contorted and his big bare feet were sticking straight up into the air—dripping in the oil that led to his ticklish death. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was still open as if he was still in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. His ticklish bare feet twitched one last time before everything went still.

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