Tifany's Ass Up Tickle

Description: There she was, tifany, propped up like a prize, all soft curves and second thoughts. the pillow lifted her hips just right, like an offering to a god that don’t believe in mercy. she knew she was ticklish. she just didn’t know how ticklish. turns out, it was the kind of ticklish that rewrites your name, your voice, your sense of self. and when it was done, she wasn’t the dj anymore. she was just a giggle with a pulse and nowhere to hide.