ticklishscribe
3rd Level Violet Feather
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The theatre reverberated with her screams and she could almost feel the walls pulsating, vibrating, any windows ready to instantly shatter. She was about to bring down the house, but definitely not with her performance as Tosca. The girls were evil and the tickling torture and she was becoming insane. Everywhere they touched tickled intensely, everywhere they stroked screamed along with her, every muscle in her body screamed in pain from the bucking and writhing and every moment seemed longer than the last. Suddenly and without warning the girl ordered the others to stop and she heaved and shook all over.
“Is our little Tosca ready for her final and most orgasmically pleasing performance? I hope so because she didn’t wear jeans.”
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ekels-for-inspiring-me.&p=3289403#post3289403
“Is our little Tosca ready for her final and most orgasmically pleasing performance? I hope so because she didn’t wear jeans.”
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ekels-for-inspiring-me.&p=3289403#post3289403
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