Miss Ticklish
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Hiya! It's been a while since I last posted anything. I told you I was working on something big and here it is! It's going to be a longer story, totally fictional, here's the first chapter. I hope you enjoy it!
Introduction:
One shot, cars screeching away, police sirens wailing, another crash, screams of terror, loud bangs and after a couple of minutes more - blissful silence and
a sense of peace sweeping over the indigent city of Keresville. The residents were no strangers to this kind of sounds. For nearly a decade the atmosphere around the place has remained unchanged since hard-hearted Duchess Aleyna, the daughter of King Dagon and Queen Rhea’s, seized the throne, plunging the whole country into chaos. Duvessa has never been famous for wealth and peace, yet the picture of the last ten years deviates strongly from the times of Aleyna’s parents’ ruling. Keresville, the capital city of Duvessa, and apparently the heart of all iniquity, has become the inhabitants' most feared nightmare and the duchess herself has been hailed as Mesperyian - the goddess of punishment. Under her reign, the ancient methods of maintaining order and providing entertainment have been revived, bringing fright to all of the citizens who hadn’t emigrated when they had a chance. Every day, powerful and successful men would be arrested under the cover of the night. Cutthroats, along with more formidable criminals would be either captured by the police or severely punished in the city center where the whole mob would watch the justice being served. Many have been seen apprehended, yet no one’s ever returned to tell their story. It was especially young women who were burdened with fear as the word on the street spread in the neighborhoods. It was said that adult females were duchess’s favored prey and frankly speaking, it was hard to resist the impression that more and more damsels had vanished into thin air in recent days. The subject would be frequently discussed in almost every inn where businessmen and most of the city’s rabble would gather, encouraged by daylight. Rumors said that it was during nighttime when lonely, unprotected women would be ravished at the duchess’s order and taken over to her tenebrous castle to fulfill her, reportedly, horrendous fantasies and satisfy her every whim. Ever since the rumors spread, women would only leave their houses during the day, most often in larger groups. After all, we never know how many grains of truth lie amidst the lies.
Chapter 1: Has curiosity killed your cat?
Delilah has been exceptionally determined to unravel the mystery of ladies disappearing when the day decays, making room for its twin sister of dark robes - the night. At the very dawn, she would buy the papers in a nearby newsstand and pore over the articles, trying to spy a tiniest trace of the mystical kidnappers and to follow their steps. City people were much aware of her enthusiasm. She would visit every inn, exchanging her opinions with the newsmongers there in a rumbustious manner, chat with the elderly whose daily habit is straining their gaze from behind a window whenever they hear a suspicious murmur outside. She’s been warned a countless number of times that her impetuosity may get her in trouble. But who can stop the young from their delusions of saving the world?
Delilah hadn’t succeeded in her little, private investigation until yesterday morning when she ran into an article with a small piece of paper glued to it. On the sheet were scribbled the words:
“Prick your ears away from the south
Hear the shrieks coming out of one’s mouth
Climb up the ladder leaning more west
The little bird shan’t return to its nest”
It almost looked as if it were incautiously left by someone who might be well-versed in the affair. Another thought emerging from the depths of Delilah’s mind was that it may be a secret message from an innocent hostage who somehow heard of her delving into these dealings and is now crying out for help. A cipher hidden among the articles may have been the only way for them to reach out. Taking into account that no captive has ever been heard from once they were kidnapped, it would be a definite break-through in this intricate, grim case and she would play the biggest part in it. She simply couldn’t have turned the opportunity down, although the code was quite ambiguous.
“What about that bird in a nest - are they worried they are never coming back?” - she wondered in her drab room. - “Or maybe it’s some kind of a hint regarding the location of the place where all these poor people are being held”.
Intrigued by her find, Delilah embarked on the journey, trying to interpret the letter although the author was certainly sparing in their words. The first step seemed obvious, she needed to head north in order to seek further tracks of the missing there. The longer she drove in that direction, the fewer houses could be spotted and the area stretching out in front of her resembled a battlefield of long ago. No households, not a soul, only massive layers of sand, rocks, sparse vegetation, a couple of animal bones moved around by the hustling wind and bricks of considerable size, aligned in a long row, leading up to a gruesome, extensive, prison-like building surrounded by dry trees.
The girl left the car and decided to walk alongside the bricks on foot, not wanting to draw anybody’s attention to her. As soon as she got out, the sounds of agonizing screams reached her ears, filling her with horror, yet at the same time, sparking her curiosity. With each step she took, her heart pounded harder and harder in her chest as she felt she was inching closer to the truth. From a close distance, she saw an enormous square where a fine figure of a man, dressed like a medieval executioner, appeared to be guarding the captives kept in huge, blackened cages. A little farther behind him did she notice a half-naked man getting scourged, chained to a whipping post. The scent of sorrow, misery and death hovered in the air, turning the woman’s stomach and paralyzing her.
Delilah turned her head to the right where a tall silhouette, dressed in old robes shielding her petite body from head to toe, suddenly turned up out of nowhere, leaning against the wall a few feet away from the girl.
Delilah took a couple of steps forward and before she knew it, she was already hanging upside down not far from the ground tangled in a net. The stranger stood within her prey’s eyesight, aristocratically taking off her scarf. Delilah’s heart lurched with fear, realizing it was a trap set by none other than the duchess herself.
Within the next hour, Delilah found herself standing in the middle of a spacious cell, her arms high above her head, chained to a hook dangling from the ceiling with legs spread wider than shoulder width apart, chained to big nails embedded in the ground. The overwhelming cold enfolded her naked body, giving her goosebumps. The guards left her alone behind bars, leaving her utterly vulnerable and terrified. Her fearful eyes wandered around the scenery in search of anything that could aid her escape. The efforts, however, went down the drain as she realized the castle dungeon was well-secured, preventing prisoners from breaking free. Instead, a sizable set of tools caught her eye as she noted a table not too far from the cell where she was being held, making her wonder what was going to happen to her. Her train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the clack of heels walking towards her cell. She knew who it was without even looking.
Delilah watched the duchess’s actions closely, her eyes told the story of fear and her body began to sweat but somehow, she couldn’t look away. As soon as the duchess tackled her first task, she reached for the clamps and trapped the prisoner’s nipples with them, causing Delilah to wince in pain.
The feeling was becoming more and more unbearable by the second, the girl’s body swayed slightly while her mind was trying to shift its focus away from the unendurable sensations. Notwithstanding, about ten seconds later, the duchess made her next move, bringing the young lady back to earth.
A soft chuckle broke through the hostage’s mouth to the oppressor’s indisputable delight. The damsel’s whole body shivered helplessly while ten ruthless fingers were roving over her bare skin, heading towards her pits. The black-haired meticulously examined her victim’s body, paying close attention to her reactions. Not a single sound, move or face she made could escape the ruler’s notice. As her fingertips touched the smooth, stretched skin of the underarms, a piercing shriek echoed through the cell and even farther into the dungeon. The duchess’s eyes sparkled ominously at that sight, yet she kept studying other spots. She traced her fingers over the internee’s sides, ribs, and tummy ever so gently and gloated at the girl’s agony.
Delilah’s loud laughter blended with the air as she was feverishly trying to put her hands down in order to cover her unclothed body. As she soon found out, it was impossible but she couldn’t control her reflexes, so she kept jolting as much as she could. When Aleyna’s finger slid into the girl’s navel and started moving around inside, Delilah’s senses went absolutely insane and her hysteric laughter rapidly billowed into a screech. The duchess only tittered menacingly at the sound, clearly encouraged to further experiments. She danced her fingernails down the woman’s hips and abdomen. As she kneeled in front of her prisoner, she stared at her exposed crotch with a device attached to it for a longer while, keeping her in suspense whether she’d turn it on. Delilah tried to catch her breath and gulped out of all that anticipation. At some point, her eyes met the ruler’s gaze when she looked down at her. Aleyna’s sinister smile made her blood run cold but there wasn’t much time to contemplate as the duchess proceeded to lightly run her fingers all over the girl’s inner thighs, all the way through the back of her knees and through the calves down to the tops of her feet. The sensations were truly irritating, albeit she knew the worst was yet to come.
As she said that, she turned the vibrator on and watched the victim’s eyes get wider while her body was shaking slightly and her hips started to move rhythmically back and forth. Her moans of infinite bliss quickly filled up the room, she could feel her blood rush down to her clit making it more sensitive which only maximized her pleasure, each second led her closer to the climax. Moans were getting louder and louder, her eyes eventually rolled back, her pale mouth opened wide and she let out a shrill scream and covered the device in her transparent liquid. To Delilah’s dread, the duchess seemed not to intend to turn it off anytime soon. She remained leaning against the bars calmly, watching the young woman’s struggle with purely sadistic excitement. The feeling became unbearable, causing Delilah to shriek and writhe in panic as if she were being electrocuted. It felt as if a knife was cutting through her - a kind of pleasure that is too great to withstand it. Soon enough, a salty waterfall was flowing down her flushed cheeks. The duchess’s eyes shone brightly at the scene, she was panting, noticeably aroused sexually by what she saw.
Aleyna cut the ropes, putting the hellish device on the ground and made her way to the exit. Not much time had passed and she returned with something that resembled a smaller A-frame display stand and placed it right underneath the girl’s exposed crotch. She then tied the vibrator to the stand, so it would still adhere firmly to her clit. Feeling the touch of it, the tortured leaned back as much as the chains allowed her to, which caused quite a lot of discomfort over time. The longer it lasted, the more the discomfort turned into pain and fatigue. Not wanting to lose the strength, or rather - what was left of it - she rested on the device while it was not working.
Before Delilah had a chance to respond to the question, she could already feel two feathers brushing against her nipples. Truthfully, although it was soft, it felt almost like razor blades after so many long minutes of keeping the nipples in clamps. Her nervous system went insane out of such intense stimulus, the lady began to wail and shriek in agony while her body lived its own life, thrashing around in uncontrollable convulsions. The reaction must have gone much beyond the duchess’s expectations, the look on her face was giving her away as she bared her teeth maliciously seeing Dalilah’s grimace of suffering. Aleyna took her time caressing the victim’s nipples from each angle possible, playing with tempo, using the full length of the feathers interchangeably with just the tips of them and occasionally teasing her by gliding up and down her armpits and neckline. Delilah tried her hardest just to keep her body away from the vibrating device and not step forward but her muscles were getting weaker and weaker with each second which prolonged into eternity. The cruel sensations on her body did not make it easier for her. She wanted to plead and beg for mercy but she knew it was futile. It didn’t take long before tears sprang into her eyes once more.
Delilah’s hardened, red nipples tickled by the feathers were too much to handle. Finally, the tears blurred her vision, her high-pitched laughter mixed with roars and moans caressed Aleyna’s ego but her body could not take it any longer. Before she even knew it, she ran out of steam and collapsed onto the vibrator that was constantly on throughout this whole time. As she felt the vibrations on her clit, she sprang back but it was too late.
Introduction:
One shot, cars screeching away, police sirens wailing, another crash, screams of terror, loud bangs and after a couple of minutes more - blissful silence and
a sense of peace sweeping over the indigent city of Keresville. The residents were no strangers to this kind of sounds. For nearly a decade the atmosphere around the place has remained unchanged since hard-hearted Duchess Aleyna, the daughter of King Dagon and Queen Rhea’s, seized the throne, plunging the whole country into chaos. Duvessa has never been famous for wealth and peace, yet the picture of the last ten years deviates strongly from the times of Aleyna’s parents’ ruling. Keresville, the capital city of Duvessa, and apparently the heart of all iniquity, has become the inhabitants' most feared nightmare and the duchess herself has been hailed as Mesperyian - the goddess of punishment. Under her reign, the ancient methods of maintaining order and providing entertainment have been revived, bringing fright to all of the citizens who hadn’t emigrated when they had a chance. Every day, powerful and successful men would be arrested under the cover of the night. Cutthroats, along with more formidable criminals would be either captured by the police or severely punished in the city center where the whole mob would watch the justice being served. Many have been seen apprehended, yet no one’s ever returned to tell their story. It was especially young women who were burdened with fear as the word on the street spread in the neighborhoods. It was said that adult females were duchess’s favored prey and frankly speaking, it was hard to resist the impression that more and more damsels had vanished into thin air in recent days. The subject would be frequently discussed in almost every inn where businessmen and most of the city’s rabble would gather, encouraged by daylight. Rumors said that it was during nighttime when lonely, unprotected women would be ravished at the duchess’s order and taken over to her tenebrous castle to fulfill her, reportedly, horrendous fantasies and satisfy her every whim. Ever since the rumors spread, women would only leave their houses during the day, most often in larger groups. After all, we never know how many grains of truth lie amidst the lies.
Chapter 1: Has curiosity killed your cat?
Delilah has been exceptionally determined to unravel the mystery of ladies disappearing when the day decays, making room for its twin sister of dark robes - the night. At the very dawn, she would buy the papers in a nearby newsstand and pore over the articles, trying to spy a tiniest trace of the mystical kidnappers and to follow their steps. City people were much aware of her enthusiasm. She would visit every inn, exchanging her opinions with the newsmongers there in a rumbustious manner, chat with the elderly whose daily habit is straining their gaze from behind a window whenever they hear a suspicious murmur outside. She’s been warned a countless number of times that her impetuosity may get her in trouble. But who can stop the young from their delusions of saving the world?
Delilah hadn’t succeeded in her little, private investigation until yesterday morning when she ran into an article with a small piece of paper glued to it. On the sheet were scribbled the words:
“Prick your ears away from the south
Hear the shrieks coming out of one’s mouth
Climb up the ladder leaning more west
The little bird shan’t return to its nest”
It almost looked as if it were incautiously left by someone who might be well-versed in the affair. Another thought emerging from the depths of Delilah’s mind was that it may be a secret message from an innocent hostage who somehow heard of her delving into these dealings and is now crying out for help. A cipher hidden among the articles may have been the only way for them to reach out. Taking into account that no captive has ever been heard from once they were kidnapped, it would be a definite break-through in this intricate, grim case and she would play the biggest part in it. She simply couldn’t have turned the opportunity down, although the code was quite ambiguous.
“What about that bird in a nest - are they worried they are never coming back?” - she wondered in her drab room. - “Or maybe it’s some kind of a hint regarding the location of the place where all these poor people are being held”.
Intrigued by her find, Delilah embarked on the journey, trying to interpret the letter although the author was certainly sparing in their words. The first step seemed obvious, she needed to head north in order to seek further tracks of the missing there. The longer she drove in that direction, the fewer houses could be spotted and the area stretching out in front of her resembled a battlefield of long ago. No households, not a soul, only massive layers of sand, rocks, sparse vegetation, a couple of animal bones moved around by the hustling wind and bricks of considerable size, aligned in a long row, leading up to a gruesome, extensive, prison-like building surrounded by dry trees.
The girl left the car and decided to walk alongside the bricks on foot, not wanting to draw anybody’s attention to her. As soon as she got out, the sounds of agonizing screams reached her ears, filling her with horror, yet at the same time, sparking her curiosity. With each step she took, her heart pounded harder and harder in her chest as she felt she was inching closer to the truth. From a close distance, she saw an enormous square where a fine figure of a man, dressed like a medieval executioner, appeared to be guarding the captives kept in huge, blackened cages. A little farther behind him did she notice a half-naked man getting scourged, chained to a whipping post. The scent of sorrow, misery and death hovered in the air, turning the woman’s stomach and paralyzing her.
- Looking for something, birdie? - a low, female voice spoke in the distance.
Delilah turned her head to the right where a tall silhouette, dressed in old robes shielding her petite body from head to toe, suddenly turned up out of nowhere, leaning against the wall a few feet away from the girl.
- I… I, uh… - I must have gotten lost, I… - the stranger only chuckled, hearing the lady prevaricate.
- Perhaps you’re searching for the author of the rhyming letter? - the woman did not even lift her head, yet from underneath the headscarf covering her eyes and a part of her nose, the corner of her lips went slightly up as she asked the question.
- The letter… Do you know the person who wrote it?
- Yes. - replied the damsel after a brief moment of pause. - I’ll make your acquaintance. Come. - she beckoned.
Delilah took a couple of steps forward and before she knew it, she was already hanging upside down not far from the ground tangled in a net. The stranger stood within her prey’s eyesight, aristocratically taking off her scarf. Delilah’s heart lurched with fear, realizing it was a trap set by none other than the duchess herself.
- D-duchess Aleyna?
- In the flesh. - a leer crept into the ruler’s face. - Guards!
Within the next hour, Delilah found herself standing in the middle of a spacious cell, her arms high above her head, chained to a hook dangling from the ceiling with legs spread wider than shoulder width apart, chained to big nails embedded in the ground. The overwhelming cold enfolded her naked body, giving her goosebumps. The guards left her alone behind bars, leaving her utterly vulnerable and terrified. Her fearful eyes wandered around the scenery in search of anything that could aid her escape. The efforts, however, went down the drain as she realized the castle dungeon was well-secured, preventing prisoners from breaking free. Instead, a sizable set of tools caught her eye as she noted a table not too far from the cell where she was being held, making her wonder what was going to happen to her. Her train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the clack of heels walking towards her cell. She knew who it was without even looking.
- So, you’re the one who’s been looking into our affairs lately? - asked the duchess, entering the cell. The question sounded more like a statement though.
- I.. I apologize for my inquisitiveness, Your Grace. I have nothing to say in my defense. I only ask that my mistake be forgiven, Your Highness. - said Delilah with her head low humbly.
- How touching! - acknowledged the long-haired, pale woman, moving her raven hair to the side. - But nosy intruders are doomed to be punished, my dear. If you’re so interested in what happens to all those abducted women, I think joining them in their fate will perfectly satisfy your curiosity.
Delilah watched the duchess’s actions closely, her eyes told the story of fear and her body began to sweat but somehow, she couldn’t look away. As soon as the duchess tackled her first task, she reached for the clamps and trapped the prisoner’s nipples with them, causing Delilah to wince in pain.
- I’ll take them off in about twenty minutes, don’t worry. - Aleyna’s lips curled in a sneer.
The feeling was becoming more and more unbearable by the second, the girl’s body swayed slightly while her mind was trying to shift its focus away from the unendurable sensations. Notwithstanding, about ten seconds later, the duchess made her next move, bringing the young lady back to earth.
- I hope my new prey is ticklish like the rest of them. - Aleyna’s fingers started to run down Delilah’s arms, getting lower and lower very slowly.
A soft chuckle broke through the hostage’s mouth to the oppressor’s indisputable delight. The damsel’s whole body shivered helplessly while ten ruthless fingers were roving over her bare skin, heading towards her pits. The black-haired meticulously examined her victim’s body, paying close attention to her reactions. Not a single sound, move or face she made could escape the ruler’s notice. As her fingertips touched the smooth, stretched skin of the underarms, a piercing shriek echoed through the cell and even farther into the dungeon. The duchess’s eyes sparkled ominously at that sight, yet she kept studying other spots. She traced her fingers over the internee’s sides, ribs, and tummy ever so gently and gloated at the girl’s agony.
- Out of breath already? Better save your strength.
Delilah’s loud laughter blended with the air as she was feverishly trying to put her hands down in order to cover her unclothed body. As she soon found out, it was impossible but she couldn’t control her reflexes, so she kept jolting as much as she could. When Aleyna’s finger slid into the girl’s navel and started moving around inside, Delilah’s senses went absolutely insane and her hysteric laughter rapidly billowed into a screech. The duchess only tittered menacingly at the sound, clearly encouraged to further experiments. She danced her fingernails down the woman’s hips and abdomen. As she kneeled in front of her prisoner, she stared at her exposed crotch with a device attached to it for a longer while, keeping her in suspense whether she’d turn it on. Delilah tried to catch her breath and gulped out of all that anticipation. At some point, her eyes met the ruler’s gaze when she looked down at her. Aleyna’s sinister smile made her blood run cold but there wasn’t much time to contemplate as the duchess proceeded to lightly run her fingers all over the girl’s inner thighs, all the way through the back of her knees and through the calves down to the tops of her feet. The sensations were truly irritating, albeit she knew the worst was yet to come.
- You’re more ticklish than I expected. I think you’ll be my favorite slave from now on. - Aleyna stroked the woman’s red cheek fondly. - Let’s see how you handle that.
As she said that, she turned the vibrator on and watched the victim’s eyes get wider while her body was shaking slightly and her hips started to move rhythmically back and forth. Her moans of infinite bliss quickly filled up the room, she could feel her blood rush down to her clit making it more sensitive which only maximized her pleasure, each second led her closer to the climax. Moans were getting louder and louder, her eyes eventually rolled back, her pale mouth opened wide and she let out a shrill scream and covered the device in her transparent liquid. To Delilah’s dread, the duchess seemed not to intend to turn it off anytime soon. She remained leaning against the bars calmly, watching the young woman’s struggle with purely sadistic excitement. The feeling became unbearable, causing Delilah to shriek and writhe in panic as if she were being electrocuted. It felt as if a knife was cutting through her - a kind of pleasure that is too great to withstand it. Soon enough, a salty waterfall was flowing down her flushed cheeks. The duchess’s eyes shone brightly at the scene, she was panting, noticeably aroused sexually by what she saw.
- Please… Turn it off, I’m begging you, Your Highness… Please! I can’t take it anymore, I implore you! - the prisoner demonically tugged on the restraints and howled pathetically.
- Oh, is it really that uncomfortable for you, my love? - Aleyna acted compassionate talking to the prey in a sweet voice.
- Yes! Yes, Your Majesty, please! - she cried in pain while her body trembled helplessly.
- Hmm, well, let me think… - she teased the sufferer, tapping the clamps lightly from time to time to induce even more sensations in the girl.
- Please, I’m begging you, I can’t.. - she was getting weaker and weaker with every second of the ordeal.
- All right, I’ll turn it off. - one click and suddenly the only sound breaking the silence in the cell was the huffing and puffing of the drained woman. - But we’re going to play a little game, darling. - said the ruler.
Aleyna cut the ropes, putting the hellish device on the ground and made her way to the exit. Not much time had passed and she returned with something that resembled a smaller A-frame display stand and placed it right underneath the girl’s exposed crotch. She then tied the vibrator to the stand, so it would still adhere firmly to her clit. Feeling the touch of it, the tortured leaned back as much as the chains allowed her to, which caused quite a lot of discomfort over time. The longer it lasted, the more the discomfort turned into pain and fatigue. Not wanting to lose the strength, or rather - what was left of it - she rested on the device while it was not working.
- I’ll let you choose your punishment now. - a fleer turned up on Aleyna’s face. - Shall I savagely tickle your body or continue with this…? - she turned the vibrator on for literally two seconds just to make the choice harder for the poor, exhausted girl.
- Please, I just want to go home… - Delilah squealed miserably in hope she would evoke pity in the torturer. She couldn’t have been more naive.
- Oh, darling. - the duchess giggled, truly amused. - This is your home now. So? Which one do you choose? - she tapped the clamps one more time.
- I choose… tickling. - she almost whispered as she held back tears.
- Hmm, I guess I missed it, what was that? - she carried on gloating at the woman’s trauma.
- I choose tickling as my punishment, Your Highness… - she enunciated loudly as if she wanted to make sure her answer was clear and left no room for doubt.
- Very well. Here are the rules. I’m going to take these off… - saying that, the duchess slowly took off the clamps. The girl winced in pain twice as she felt blood flowing back to her nipples. - And you, my dear… You are going to be tickled while leaning back. - Aleyna turned the device back on to force her victim into getting herself back in this uncomfortable position. - You mustn’t fall onto that thing. That is, if you don’t want to be pushed over the edge again. - she leered at the terrified woman. - Ready?
Before Delilah had a chance to respond to the question, she could already feel two feathers brushing against her nipples. Truthfully, although it was soft, it felt almost like razor blades after so many long minutes of keeping the nipples in clamps. Her nervous system went insane out of such intense stimulus, the lady began to wail and shriek in agony while her body lived its own life, thrashing around in uncontrollable convulsions. The reaction must have gone much beyond the duchess’s expectations, the look on her face was giving her away as she bared her teeth maliciously seeing Dalilah’s grimace of suffering. Aleyna took her time caressing the victim’s nipples from each angle possible, playing with tempo, using the full length of the feathers interchangeably with just the tips of them and occasionally teasing her by gliding up and down her armpits and neckline. Delilah tried her hardest just to keep her body away from the vibrating device and not step forward but her muscles were getting weaker and weaker with each second which prolonged into eternity. The cruel sensations on her body did not make it easier for her. She wanted to plead and beg for mercy but she knew it was futile. It didn’t take long before tears sprang into her eyes once more.
- What’s wrong, my little girl? Is that too hard? Those are just soft, delicate feathers… - the duchess taunted.
Delilah’s hardened, red nipples tickled by the feathers were too much to handle. Finally, the tears blurred her vision, her high-pitched laughter mixed with roars and moans caressed Aleyna’s ego but her body could not take it any longer. Before she even knew it, she ran out of steam and collapsed onto the vibrator that was constantly on throughout this whole time. As she felt the vibrations on her clit, she sprang back but it was too late.
- I’m sorry, darling… You lose…
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