dreamofdarkarts

Tickle monster [the closet] 27

Added 2024-10-16 06:34:46 +0000 UTC

"Ah, my sweet," he sighed, his voice a mix of disappointment and longing. "We'll save the sweet taste of your belly button for next time." His furry digit slipped out of her navel with a wet sound, leaving it exposed and vulnerable. He leaned in closer, his nose twitching as he took in her scent, a mix of fear and arousal that was intoxicating. "But for now, let's let you rest."

He carefully laid her on the bed, her sweatpants and shirt still askew, leaving her midriff bare to the cool night air. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt. He stepped back, admiring the view of her sleeping form, his eyes lingering on the curve of her waist, the dip of her navel, and the promise of what lay beyond the fabric of her panties. His erection throbbed with need, but he pushed the desire aside. This was not the time for that.

He reached out, his furry hand hovering just above her belly. With a gentle touch, he began to caress her bare skin, his palm gliding over her stomach in slow, deliberate strokes. Each breath she took was a symphony of sensuality, her stomach muscles contracting and releasing with every inhale and exhale. He watched, mesmerized, as the soft mound of her belly button moved in time with her breathing, the delicate skin around it puckering and relaxing.