Love how she's so ticklish but also looks like she's thoroughly enjoying it!!!
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Love how she's so ticklish but also looks like she's thoroughly enjoying it!!!
βGive me my laughs!β
Thatβs one way to fight for the remote π
She's lying there, spread. Knees tied up and apart. Her sensitive pussy open and vulnerable.
I have all my tools ready. Slowly, I dip my soft brush into the warm lube and start painting. Starting at the sides, down the labia, excrutiatingly slow. Softly covering every little part of her pussy, and then her clit. Up and down, side to side, around and around.
I want her little moans, her little giggles, the little sighs and pants as I tease her little bud.
Then I grab a rose. Setting it perfectly over her clit, I let it suck. I want her clit to swell, I want it more sensitive, stiff and accessible to all the delicious things I want to do to it.
She's not allowed to cum, oh no. Needy and dripping, her little clit throbbing for me. I want to run the pad of my finger over it gently. I want to drag a feather over it. I want to paint it with my brush. I want to tap it with the little pointed vibrator.
Pretty squeaks turn into begging. Sighs become moans. I want this little button with it's thousands of nerve endings to become the most ticklish and unbearable spot on her beautiful body.
Back and forth between the rose, the brush, the vibrator. I will never get enough of the sounds she makes, I am drunk on her need.
Never fear my love, you will cum.
Just not...quite...yet
Opposites Attract
(Hear me out)
I'm a lee/ler switch, and when I tell you I get wet, fantasize, think of this general tickle scenario about being with a guy who is a ler/lee switch but in like the complete opposite way.
π« π« π«
I like to image tying him up with simple bedpost restraints, around his wrists and ankles with his body spread eagle. His swollen cock standing up straight. And I've just been between his taunt legs the whole time, deliberately running a stiff feather up and down his shaft.
He likes it slow, soft, and definitely craves feathers. Teasing him for hours till he couldn't take it anymore and his cock was dripping wet from precum would be his ideal world. Sure if I dug my nails into his sides would you get a cute squeel, yeah duh, but that would probably deflate him a little.
Then, when he finally can't fucking take it anymore, not even one more stroke of the feather, he needs to cum now.
He gets out of his restraints quite easily and pounces on me. His cock is so swollen and red and he's so desperate for his release. Next thing I know, I'm face down on my stomach, and he rams himself deep into my pussy from behind. I'm seeing stars and my cunt is throbbing from the sudden hit to that one spot.
His hands quickly find their way to my hips, and he's wiggling his fingers around deep and hard. I immediately start to laugh, cry, and scream with everything I have. So close to begging already.
I almost don't notice the way my pussy tightens up dramatically around his cock. Between that, the vibrations of my laughter, and the feather teasing prior, just a couple of pumps is all it takes for him to spill his load deep inside me.
But he's no where close to done with me yet. He might need some recovery time, but he knows I don't. And we spend the rest of the night with him getting his revenge.
Now it's my turn in the restraints. And I'll be subjected to various tickling torture methods, and so many different tools. He knows I secretly like it hard and have so many good tickle spots to take his revenge out on. But unlike his session, I'll be cumming non stop.
He finishes putting me into a sitting on my knees position on the bed, with my arms tied up above and my legs tied behind me. Then finally, he places a large vibrating seat underneath my pussy, one that he gets to control the speed and intensity. And I'm in for a wild ride, cumming multiple times before dawn.
Opposites Attract
(Hear me out)
I'm a lee/ler switch, and when I tell you I get wet, fantasize, think of this general tickle scenario about being with a guy who is a ler/lee switch but in like the complete opposite way.
π« π« π«
I like to image tying him up with simple bedpost restraints, around his wrists and ankles with his body spread eagle. His swollen cock standing up straight. And I've just been between his taunt legs the whole time, deliberately running a stiff feather up and down his shaft.
He likes it slow, soft, and definitely craves feathers. Teasing him for hours till he couldn't take it anymore and his cock was dripping wet from precum would be his ideal world. Sure if I dug my nails into his sides would you get a cute squeel, yeah duh, but that would probably deflate him a little.
Then, when he finally can't fucking take it anymore, not even one more stroke of the feather, he needs to cum now.
He gets out of his restraints quite easily and pounces on me. His cock is so swollen and red and he's so desperate for his release. Next thing I know, I'm face down on my stomach, and he rams himself deep into my pussy from behind. I'm seeing stars and my cunt is throbbing from the sudden hit to that one spot.
His hands quickly find their way to my hips, and he's wiggling his fingers around deep and hard. I immediately start to laugh, cry, and scream with everything I have. So close to begging already.
I almost don't notice the way my pussy tightens up dramatically around his cock. Between that, the vibrations of my laughter, and the feather teasing prior, just a couple of pumps is all it takes for him to spill his load deep inside me.
But he's no where close to done with me yet. He might need some recovery time, but he knows I don't. And we spend the rest of the night with him getting his revenge.
Now it's my turn in the restraints. And I'll be subjected to various tickling torture methods, and so many different tools. He knows I secretly like it hard and have so many good tickle spots to take his revenge out on. But unlike his session, I'll be cumming non stop.
He finishes putting me into a sitting on my knees position on the bed, with my arms tied up above and my legs tied behind me. Then finally, he places a large vibrating seat underneath my pussy, one that he gets to control the speed and intensity. And I'm in for a wild ride, cumming multiple times before dawn.
Sometimes, when you brat, I want to show you just how weak and vulnerable you are. Sit you down in a chair, tape your body to it, legs helplessly open for me to do whatever I want.
Grab myself a paintbrush. The tiny ones, with the long thin tip.
Spread you wide open and just start... liiightly brushing the inside of your pussy lips. A weird, light and unbearably intense tickling sensation.
Delight in your shrieks, your squeaks, your pathetic state of breaking into laughter as that brush becomes noticeably wet.
Little circles around your clit? Is that what you said? OK.
10? 20? 30 minutes since you've been dripping all over your sweat-covered thighs? It's definitely been 10 minutes at least since I gagged you for annoyingly begging too much.
Did it tickle too much? I noticed towards the end, every time I brush those lips it's like a waterfall.
Regardless, I think I'm going to extract another hot wash of ticklish orgasm before I suck the life out of you.
Sometimes you should shut up. For your own good.
*brush-brush-brush* Here? Right here? Yeah? Yeah?
See? I knew you had another one in you.
i need to be tied up and teased by someone who wants to hear me beg to be tickled. i can imagine them hovering their hands over me and almost going for it but not actually touching my body.... i would become soaking wet from the anticipation and eventually start panting and begging for it π«£ i would lose my mind.
PSA: If you have ticklish nipples, you deserve to have them tickled with various tools such as: fingers, feathers, flossers, electric toothbrushes, and of course a tongue π
Sorry, I donβt make the rules, I just enforce them Β―\_(γ)_/Β―
The romantic cruelty of being bound to your bed, with my body underneath yours.
My fingers digging into your exposed armpits and bare sides, lips nibbling at the side of your neck.
Squirming on top of me, laughing next to my ears, begging me to stop.
The intimacy of this position, as you feel my lips on the back of your neck, my warm breath on your shoulder blades. And my arousal from your reactions of what I'm doing to you, loving every second of it.
Are you going to plead in a different way, once you feel how much I love you?
Beg me to "move on"? Or maybe desperately move your body in a way that you're hoping gets me off, in a pathetic attempt to appeal to my overflowing hormones?
Maybe I'll do the same, mockingly start to finger you as you're spasming with forced laughter. Slide in and out of you, over and over and over, oh sooo easily.
I'm sorry, did you want me to stop? Or continue?
Either way, it'd only be round 1.
You lured me into your studio with the promise of a naked figure drawing. I didn't know at the time that my pussy would be the canvas. "You have to trust the process" whispered in a toe curling bass voice was all it took for me to pliantly let you arrange my body onto your matress, let you tie my arms and legs over my head, but I assume I always had a weak spot for artists. Maybe I should've been more worried about how this position left me with nowhere to go and my little pussy completely exposed but there is only room for excitement as I watch you prepare your supplies. My bubble of naivety bursts when you settle into a comfortable spot between my legs taking your sweet time to line up your paint brushes one by one.
"Um- don't you need a canvas?"
A low rumbling chuckle graces my ears sending a shiver down my spine as you casually respond "I got my canvas right here" with your eyes fixated on my defenseless pussy.
My world comes to a crashing halt. It's only now that I start to see the vision behind this position that I so easily let myself be manipulated into and how it left me with no semblence of protection. There is nothing I can do, nowhere for me to go as you pick up a mop brush and start 'painting' my lips.
"Hmm, ticklish little pussy, darling? How unfortunate for you"
I toss my head from side to side, my laughter and squeals intensifying as the brush flutters around faster and faster driving me crazier and crazier. Soon the mop brush is replaced by a fluffy angled brush flitting up and down my slit. It tickles beyond belief and I buck my hips in a desperate attempt to wrench my pussy away. The movement pulls my lips slightly apart allowing the fiendish bristles to slip inside and gain access to my pink folds, mindless to my hysteria as it pivots and swivels.
"Such pretty petals.. But where is all this nectar coming from, sweety? I think I should take a look inside, hm?"
I hear you say what feels like an eternity later as the diabolical brush withdraws from its previous nestle between my quivering lips. The implication of your words hit me like a freit train. Please not this. My head is shaking pleadingly, but deep down a sinister voice whispers in my ears that I want, need, you to find my little bud and bestow the most horrific of tortures on it.
My heart hammers away in my chest as my lips are taped apart. I'm flayed wide open. My pussy quivers weakly. My fate is sealed as you install a final piece of tape. My hood is now pulled back exposing my tiny sensitive bean. It quivers in fear of the impending torment. I can only watch helplessly as a fingertip hovers over it, bending menacingly before it lands on its target and starts stroking the tiny prisoner. Panic swells in my throat. My screams of laughter only encourage the tormenting fingertip to drag up and down faster, a maddening imitation of the 'come here' gesture. My little bean is too weak, too damnably ticklish to withstand, I beg and plead and apologize, but the only response is a sadistic chuckle and "We only just started sweety, and I have an artwork to finish" as you pick a detail brush and set on tracing intricate designs into my defenseless bean.
I wouldnβt be able to decide between laughing hysterically and moaning π
The switch between the feather to her fingers is so devious
Best place to find clit tickling videos?
Iβd say spankbang, xvideoes, tube safari, and xhamster
Now that...is a different kind of tickle ππ