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Tickle monster [the closet] 21

Added 2024-10-08 06:57:14 +0000 UTC

"P-please," Eleanor managed to squeak out between giggles. "It's too much, I can't-" The monster's chuckles grew louder, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I think you can handle more than you let on." He leaned in closer, his furry cheek brushing against her bare side. "But tell me, my sweet, are your flanks as sensitive as your delightful belly button?"

Her eyes watered from the uncontrollable giggles, and she nodded frantically, hoping he'd take the hint. "Y-yes," she gasped, her voice muffled by his hand. "They're very ticklish, please don't..." But her words fell on deaf ears, or perhaps he simply enjoyed her squirming too much to listen. With a wicked grin, he shifted his grip, freeing one of his arms to trace the line of her hip, his furry fingertips sending a fresh wave of tickles along her waist.

The monster's two free hands were a blur of motion, his furry fingers dancing across her bare skin with a precision that seemed almost surgical. He tickled her sides, his touch feather-light yet unbearably intense, eliciting squeals and laughter that filled the small space. Eleanor's body convulsed in his grasp, her curves bouncing with every giggle, her bare midriff on full display. His digits fluttered over her hips, teasing the sensitive skin that led to her belly button, then traced the outline of her ribs, sending her into paroxysms of laughter.