She tickled him until his life's every fear, doubt, regret, hesitation, and contempt became a single, unshakable conviction, bathed in blinding white light and laughter.
She tickled until his balls bloated blue and his cock throbbed, arched and aching, a thick clear thread hanging from its tip.
Until tears of ecstasy rained down his cheeks between her thighs.
Until his contorted body collapsed, empty, still, anew.
Until his locked lids fell back open and his glazed eyes peered up at her in awe.
Until three whispers slipped through his lips.
Please.........don't stop......
Did she?