Mummy Tickling Captured After Party

Description: It was just another wild night after the party, and of course, he ended up crashing at my place—like always. the next morning, while he was still unaware, i got an idea. i grabbed the big wool blanket, wrapped him up like a burrito, and made sure he couldn’t move an inch. "don’t you dare," he warned, eyes wide.too late. tickling storm on his white toesocksthen i pulled off his socks (still damp and ripe from all that dancing the night before) and pressed them right onto his nose. “dude! what the hell?!” his muffled protests only made it better. he tried to shake them off, but with the blanket wrapped so tight, there was no escape. and then came the real torment—i went straight for his feet with my tools (teethbrush, brush, hands and hairbrush) laughters exploded from him instantly, wild and unstoppable. he thrashed and begged, but there was nothing he could do in a sweaty-sock-scented cocoon and helpless against the tickle attack. (spa subt eng)