‘tickling’ storiesUploader: Volkis 2 years ago Subscribe 1
Only there was no ice. F-mf, M-f, reluctant, bondage, kidnapping, suspension, tickling, toys. I wiggled my fingers into her armpits and savored the feel of those warm, deep, silky-smooth curves. Her arms looked especially vulnerable, raised high as they were like a V with her naked pits stretched wide open for us. There could be no truer statement than that: She grips Caleb close, grasping unto his shoulder, burying half her face into the protection of his chest.