MAY I TICKLE YOU, MISTRESS ?: JEWELL’S TICKLE TABLE TORMENT

Description: Mistress jewell hesitated for a moment about taking more tickling from the master tickler, bk… but it was exactly what she was craving. and bk was more than ready to deliver. of course, nothing happened without her permission first. once she gave the word, his focus shifted to her upper body, where she quickly rediscovered just how ticklish she really was. her armpits were the first target. bk’s fingers and vibrating tools sent her into uncontrollable laughter almost instantly. then came her belly, which proved to be just as dangerously ticklish. she couldn’t stay still as the relentless tickling continued. especially once the wands touched her skin, making her buck wildly with laughter. the belly raspberries were the breaking point, kicking her legs free from the bondage. but the tickling didn’t stop… and she didn’t want it to. after all, when the mistress demands bk’s phenomenal tickle skills, she gets exactly what she asks for.