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Tickle monster [the closet] 23

Added 2024-10-10 05:50:43 +0000 UTC

"Alright, my sweet," he finally said, his voice a low rumble in the darkness. "Let's not forget your lower belly, shall we?" His words were a tease, a promise of more to come. He pulled his finger out of her belly button with a wet pop, and she felt a strange sense of loss at the sudden absence of his touch. But before she could process the feeling, his hands were on the move again, descending to the lower part of her abdomen.

He began to slide the waistband of her sweatpants down with painstaking slowness, his furry thumbs hooking under the fabric. The coolness of the air brushed against her skin as he revealed more and more of her stomach. Her skin quivered as the material inched downward, the anticipation of his touch making her feel both excited and vulnerable. The monster's eyes were locked on the prize, his pupils dilated with excitement as the fabric slid over her hip bones, revealing the thin straps of her panties.

Her panties were a bright shade of blue, a stark contrast to the pale skin of her stomach. They were delicate, almost see-through in the moonlight, and the way they hugged her curves made the monster's heart race. The lace trim was a delicate frame around her navel, which was still rosy from his earlier ministrations. The sight of her barely covered midriff was intoxicating, and he almost died wishing to lean in and press his nose against the fabric, inhaling her sweet scent.

But he had other plans. The rim of her sweatpants hung just above her womanhood, a tantalizing promise of what lay beneath. He took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes lingering on the smooth curve of her lower belly before he allowed his fingers to trace the edge of the fabric. The touch was feather-light, the soft fur of his fingertips sending a thrill through her body that was not entirely unpleasant.