Laughing in Leather PT2

Description: Emma still had that gentle look, that sunday-school smile that made you think she could never tell a lie. the tickles landed, and she opened wide, laughed loud, the kind of laugh that shakes a room and a reputation. her torso jumped with every touch, like her body was trying to run without moving. she wasn’t in control, not for a second, and the laugh made sure she knew it.