Tifany Can’t Take it Anymore! (m/f)

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Tifany’s arms were pinned high, body stretched tight, nothing left to guard. The tickling ran through her like bad electricity, wild, relentless, unforgiving. She laughed hard, begged harder, but begging don’t buy mercy in a racket like this. She swore she’d cry, voice cracking under the weight of it. But tears never came, only more laughter, raw and desperate, spilling out of her like she was cursed to keep going forever.