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Tickle monster [the closet] 26

Added 2024-10-14 06:27:59 +0000 UTC

As he wiggled his finger in her little belly hole and danced his fingers across her lower belly, suddenly Eleanor's body stopped squirming. The monster felt a sense of victory wash over him as he realized she'd reached a state of complete surrender. Her giggles had turned into weak gasps for air, her body limp in his arms. The tightness of her muscles had given way to a soft, pliant warmth, and he knew that she was his to do with as he wished.

But the monster wanted to wait to taste her little belly button when she is awake to witness. But for now he just enjoyed the power he had over her. He pulled her closer to him, her body arching to the side as his furry pelvis pressed against her, the heat from his body enveloping her in a strange warmth that seemed to calm her. His erection, a solid presence against her hip, made her aware of his desire.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she slept in a dream of arousal, her navel throbbing with each beat of her heart. The sensation of his finger remained, a phantom tickle that lingered in her mind. Her belly was a symphony of sensation, each twitch and spasm resonating through her body like a plucked string. The monster watched her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and something deeper, something almost tender.