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Tickling makes you horny.

Feet make you horny.

Cumming makes you ticklish.

Tickling makes you horny.

Wriggling in your bondage, you breathe in the warm sweet gas and whimper, drinking in the taste of desperation and sweet strawberries. Your chest bounces. So full. So good. So ticklish. Too ticklish. Relax.

You love tickling.

You love feet.

You love cumming.

Tickling makes you horny.

Tickling makes you wet.

Being wet makes you ticklish.

You are ticklish.

You are ticklish.

You are ticklish.

The lights ebb, growing and pulsing with your breaths. It's warm here; not stuffy, but warm enough for you to be sweating. Pink brushes whir at your feet but it almost feels like they're part of your body now - their rapid scrubbing at your soles, licking at the spaces between your lovely, sensitive toes, polishing lovingly at your heels. Long pink fronds dance up and down your arches. Tickle. Tickle. Tickle.

Tickle.


Tickle.


Tickling makes you cum.

Feet make you cum.

Tickling makes you drool.

Drool makes you wet.

Feet make you wet.

You want to cum.

You want to lick feet.

You want to be tickled.

Tickle.

Tickle.

Tickle.


The toy inside you is so big, pumping in time with your shaking moans, muffled by the tube feeding you the sweet pink gas. In. Out. In. Out. Good. Good. The litle clear sucker covering your clit pulls it hard, popping it out of its hood to rub and worship it with many tiny pretty tentacles, the ultimate massage for the hyper-sensitive bud, drawing you closer, closer, closer-

Cumming is ticklish.

Tickling is cumming.

Your soles and G-spot are the same.

Your toes and clit are the same.

Everything tickles.

Everything feels good.

You love tickling.

You love cumming.

You love feet.

You love cumming.

You love tickling.

Love.

Love.

Love.


Love.



Love.

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