cutegiggler4
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He smiled to himself at the obvious fact she was embarrassed at her exposure, her Australian cheeks flushing an adorable red, more so every time she felt her chest bounce out of its hideaway. He let his fingers draw up and down from her armpits back down to under her the area that was making her try to draw back away from him. She couldn't stop the giggles though now, especially under his touch and it was hopeless after her tiny crop top rode up and didn't come back down.
"Look who came out to play..." he whispered. He stopped the light tickles for a moment, admiring her beautiful figure. Those delicate pink nipples were now puffing out, making him even more eager to play with her as she tried to collect herself.
"Plehehase. Don't tickle me anymore."
"Oh, but dear, lunch isn't over for another 45 minutes and you're just too perfectly exposed." Actually saying it out loud made her blush again, realizing her delicious chest was out. He walked back in front of her and brought his hands back up to her puffed orbs. "Besides, it looks like you're enjoying yourself." Lightly tracing his fingertip on the pink flesh, Clare erupted into a fit at the tiny circles he drew on her nipples.
"Nonononoahhhheheheheheheheh." She tried rocking back and forth and he paused, looking for something to stop this. He turned, walking back to the table where the cameras were, pulling the shoe laces out of the running shoes she was advertising, and pulled a chair up behind her. "What are you doinheheg?" She frantically tried to look behind her as he pulled her feet onto the chair so she could kneel on it, tying her ankles together tightly. Her soles were just as milky and creamy as her lovely breasts, her high arch and rounded heel perfectly matching, and he tried to suppress his erection just from looking at them. Her toes curled just right and he couldn't wait to hear the laughter he was going to draw from her.
He thought about asking her if her feet were ticklish, but that might give away his intent and decided to just start tracing his fingers on those high arches that begged to be touched. Just as he sat on her calves that rested on the chair, her feet sticking out the back, she started begging. But she exploded before she got the chance. Her Australian accent filled the room as he glided over her soft arches.
"Nooooooohahahahhahahahahhah Pleahahahahahhase doooohahahahahahn't!!"
"I'm barely touching you, you poor devil." He quickly switched to scratching under those cute toes and she bucked behind him with endless laughter. Her hair was tossed into his face and she twisted in the rope that has become her trap. "Oh, sorry, does that tickle?" She was begging again as she shrieked while he danced between her sensitive arches and under her toes.
His main prize was puffing more than ever when he stood up and came back around to the front, where she looked too tired to fight anymore.
"Aww...you can't be tired yet. I want to see these jump more."
Her answering blush was all he needed.
"Look who came out to play..." he whispered. He stopped the light tickles for a moment, admiring her beautiful figure. Those delicate pink nipples were now puffing out, making him even more eager to play with her as she tried to collect herself.
"Plehehase. Don't tickle me anymore."
"Oh, but dear, lunch isn't over for another 45 minutes and you're just too perfectly exposed." Actually saying it out loud made her blush again, realizing her delicious chest was out. He walked back in front of her and brought his hands back up to her puffed orbs. "Besides, it looks like you're enjoying yourself." Lightly tracing his fingertip on the pink flesh, Clare erupted into a fit at the tiny circles he drew on her nipples.
"Nonononoahhhheheheheheheheh." She tried rocking back and forth and he paused, looking for something to stop this. He turned, walking back to the table where the cameras were, pulling the shoe laces out of the running shoes she was advertising, and pulled a chair up behind her. "What are you doinheheg?" She frantically tried to look behind her as he pulled her feet onto the chair so she could kneel on it, tying her ankles together tightly. Her soles were just as milky and creamy as her lovely breasts, her high arch and rounded heel perfectly matching, and he tried to suppress his erection just from looking at them. Her toes curled just right and he couldn't wait to hear the laughter he was going to draw from her.
He thought about asking her if her feet were ticklish, but that might give away his intent and decided to just start tracing his fingers on those high arches that begged to be touched. Just as he sat on her calves that rested on the chair, her feet sticking out the back, she started begging. But she exploded before she got the chance. Her Australian accent filled the room as he glided over her soft arches.
"Nooooooohahahahhahahahahhah Pleahahahahahhase doooohahahahahahn't!!"
"I'm barely touching you, you poor devil." He quickly switched to scratching under those cute toes and she bucked behind him with endless laughter. Her hair was tossed into his face and she twisted in the rope that has become her trap. "Oh, sorry, does that tickle?" She was begging again as she shrieked while he danced between her sensitive arches and under her toes.
His main prize was puffing more than ever when he stood up and came back around to the front, where she looked too tired to fight anymore.
"Aww...you can't be tired yet. I want to see these jump more."
Her answering blush was all he needed.
