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Julia Fox lures Sabrina Carpenter into the gallery.
With a devious glint in her eye, Julia picked up her phone, her fingers dancing across the screen as she composed a message filled with the sweetness of temptation. "Dear Sabrina," it read, "I've heard whispers of your exquisite taste in the arts. I would be honored if you would grace my gallery with your presence. I have a private showing that I think would be of particular interest to you."
The message sent, Julia set the phone down and turned her attention back to the limp form on the bed in Julia's recovery room. Millie's chest rose and fell in deep, even breaths, the aftermath of her climax leaving her utterly spent. Sabrina knew the transition from a wholesome Disney star to a pop sex symbol was tough, but someone edgy like Julia could greatly help her public image as an adult.
Julia couldn't help but admire the way Millie's body curled into itself, a testament to the delicious agony she'd endured. The young actress had been a delightful surprise, her screams and laughter music to Julia's ears. But now, it was time to prepare for the next act, one that she was eager to unfold.
Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her musings, and she snatched it up with glee. The message was from Sabrina, her name lighting up the screen like a beacon. Julia's heart raced as she read the words, her mouth watering with anticipation. "Intrigued," it simply stated. "Send me the details."
With trembling hands, Julia typed out an address and a time, her mind racing with the possibilities. She could almost feel the softness of Sabrina's size 6 feet, the way they would twitch and squirm under her touch. Her thumb hovered over the send button, her body pulsing with excitement.
The moment the message was sent, Julia's own desire became too much to bear. She let out a low moan, her hand slipping between her legs to stroke her swollen clit. The fabric of her latex bodysuit was sticky with sweat, but the sensation only heightened the experience. She thought of Sabrina's delicate toes, the way they'd curl under her expert tickling.
Her mind raced with the scenarios she'd concoct for the young starlet. Would she go for the feathers, or perhaps the electric toothbrush? Maybe she'd develop an entirely new technique just for the pop superstars torment. Julia's breath grew shallower as she touched herself, her imagination running wild with the possibilities.
But she couldn't let herself climax just yet. There was still the matter of Sabrina's attire. Julia had a particular fondness for the struggle that came with peeling away layers, revealing the soft, ticklish flesh beneath. She sent another message, her voice husky with need. "Make sure to wear socks and sneakers," she typed, the words feeling like a delicious secret between them.
Sabrina's response came quickly, her curiosity piqued by Julia's mysterious invitation. "Why?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her tone.
Julia's smile grew even wider, her teeth gleaming in the dim light of her office. "It's a surprise, darling," she replied, her voice dripping with innuendo. "Trust me, you're going to love it."
The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow as Julia stepped into the shower, the water caressing her body like a lover's gentle embrace. She had hours before Sabrina's arrival and she intended to savor every moment. The anticipation was a delicious cocktail of excitement and hunger that she hadn't felt in ages. She lathered herself, the soap sliding over her skin as she pictured the young starlet's reactions to her twisted games.
Julia's thoughts grew more vivid as the water pounded on her back, the rhythmic sound echoing through the bathroom like a heartbeat that grew louder with every passing second. She had so much in store for Sabrina, so much she wanted to explore and exploit. The sweet innocence of the young singer was just a facade, one that Julia was eager to shatter.
The image of Sabrina's size 6 feet, nestled snugly in her custom-made stocks, was almost too much for her to handle. Julia knew that the key to a successful tickling session was the buildup, the sweet agony of anticipation that made the eventual assault all the more exquisite. She'd start with those sneakers, the fabric hiding the tender flesh that she craved. The thought of peeling them off, inch by inch, was like a symphony playing in her head, each note building to a crescendo of pure pleasure.
As the water cascaded over her, Julia's hands stilled on her body, her mind fully absorbed in the tantalizing prospect of tickling not one, but two sets of delectable feet. It had been a stroke of genius to invite Millie first. The girl was a natural at the art of suffering pleasure, and her screams had been the sweetest music to Julia's ears. But Sabrina, oh, she was different. Julia had studied her videos, her interviews, and knew that she had a particular sensitivity in those plush soles.
Julia stepped out of the shower, the water droplets glistening on her skin as she reached for a towel. She dried off slowly, each movement deliberate and sensual, her anticipation building. In her walk-in closet, she selected a pair of black leather gloves, the kind that would make her touch feel like a whisper of danger against Sabrina's soft skin. They were a staple in her arsenal, and she knew they'd be perfect for the evening's entertainment.
To be continued...
With a devious glint in her eye, Julia picked up her phone, her fingers dancing across the screen as she composed a message filled with the sweetness of temptation. "Dear Sabrina," it read, "I've heard whispers of your exquisite taste in the arts. I would be honored if you would grace my gallery with your presence. I have a private showing that I think would be of particular interest to you."
The message sent, Julia set the phone down and turned her attention back to the limp form on the bed in Julia's recovery room. Millie's chest rose and fell in deep, even breaths, the aftermath of her climax leaving her utterly spent. Sabrina knew the transition from a wholesome Disney star to a pop sex symbol was tough, but someone edgy like Julia could greatly help her public image as an adult.
Julia couldn't help but admire the way Millie's body curled into itself, a testament to the delicious agony she'd endured. The young actress had been a delightful surprise, her screams and laughter music to Julia's ears. But now, it was time to prepare for the next act, one that she was eager to unfold.
Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her musings, and she snatched it up with glee. The message was from Sabrina, her name lighting up the screen like a beacon. Julia's heart raced as she read the words, her mouth watering with anticipation. "Intrigued," it simply stated. "Send me the details."
With trembling hands, Julia typed out an address and a time, her mind racing with the possibilities. She could almost feel the softness of Sabrina's size 6 feet, the way they would twitch and squirm under her touch. Her thumb hovered over the send button, her body pulsing with excitement.
The moment the message was sent, Julia's own desire became too much to bear. She let out a low moan, her hand slipping between her legs to stroke her swollen clit. The fabric of her latex bodysuit was sticky with sweat, but the sensation only heightened the experience. She thought of Sabrina's delicate toes, the way they'd curl under her expert tickling.
Her mind raced with the scenarios she'd concoct for the young starlet. Would she go for the feathers, or perhaps the electric toothbrush? Maybe she'd develop an entirely new technique just for the pop superstars torment. Julia's breath grew shallower as she touched herself, her imagination running wild with the possibilities.
But she couldn't let herself climax just yet. There was still the matter of Sabrina's attire. Julia had a particular fondness for the struggle that came with peeling away layers, revealing the soft, ticklish flesh beneath. She sent another message, her voice husky with need. "Make sure to wear socks and sneakers," she typed, the words feeling like a delicious secret between them.
Sabrina's response came quickly, her curiosity piqued by Julia's mysterious invitation. "Why?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her tone.
Julia's smile grew even wider, her teeth gleaming in the dim light of her office. "It's a surprise, darling," she replied, her voice dripping with innuendo. "Trust me, you're going to love it."
The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow as Julia stepped into the shower, the water caressing her body like a lover's gentle embrace. She had hours before Sabrina's arrival and she intended to savor every moment. The anticipation was a delicious cocktail of excitement and hunger that she hadn't felt in ages. She lathered herself, the soap sliding over her skin as she pictured the young starlet's reactions to her twisted games.
Julia's thoughts grew more vivid as the water pounded on her back, the rhythmic sound echoing through the bathroom like a heartbeat that grew louder with every passing second. She had so much in store for Sabrina, so much she wanted to explore and exploit. The sweet innocence of the young singer was just a facade, one that Julia was eager to shatter.
The image of Sabrina's size 6 feet, nestled snugly in her custom-made stocks, was almost too much for her to handle. Julia knew that the key to a successful tickling session was the buildup, the sweet agony of anticipation that made the eventual assault all the more exquisite. She'd start with those sneakers, the fabric hiding the tender flesh that she craved. The thought of peeling them off, inch by inch, was like a symphony playing in her head, each note building to a crescendo of pure pleasure.
As the water cascaded over her, Julia's hands stilled on her body, her mind fully absorbed in the tantalizing prospect of tickling not one, but two sets of delectable feet. It had been a stroke of genius to invite Millie first. The girl was a natural at the art of suffering pleasure, and her screams had been the sweetest music to Julia's ears. But Sabrina, oh, she was different. Julia had studied her videos, her interviews, and knew that she had a particular sensitivity in those plush soles.
Julia stepped out of the shower, the water droplets glistening on her skin as she reached for a towel. She dried off slowly, each movement deliberate and sensual, her anticipation building. In her walk-in closet, she selected a pair of black leather gloves, the kind that would make her touch feel like a whisper of danger against Sabrina's soft skin. They were a staple in her arsenal, and she knew they'd be perfect for the evening's entertainment.
To be continued...
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