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Tickle monster [the closet] 14

Added 2024-09-30 04:34:33 +0000 UTC

The monster leaned in, his cold nose brushing against her ear as he whispered with a malicious giggle, "I've been waiting for this moment, my sweet. Soon, your belly button will be mine, but first, let's have some fun with these delightful little nooks." His furry fingers hovered over her armpits, poised like a maestro ready to conduct an orchestra of laughter.

As the first digit dipped into the softness of her armpit, Eleanor's body jolted in surprise, her eyes going wide. The sensation was alien, a mix of the unbearable tickle and the coldness of his touch. Her legs kicked out, trying to find purchase on the floor, but she was held aloft, suspended in his grip like a ragdoll. The touch grew more insistent, his fingers dancing in a way that sent waves of ticklish agony up her spine. She couldn't help but squeal into the furry muffler that was his hand, the sound muffled but no less intense.

Her mind raced, trying to think of anything that could distract him from her most sensitive spot. "P-please," she gasped out, her voice muffled against his palm. "Not there, not there!" But the monster was unrelenting, his giggles growing louder as he reveled in her discomfort. His free hands held her hips firmly in place, keeping her vulnerable to his ministrations.