In the Dungeons of the Tickle Queen
"Oh really..." the woman says slyly, and begins to moves her hands up, slowly, slowly, towards your breasts. "No!No!" you plead, still giggling. Your breast is almost as ticklish as your armpits, your worst spot. She begins to circle her silky, extremely ticklish fingers around your large breasts, teasing you. You try to resist now, your face going red with it, though a few giggles escape now and then.
The woman spiders her tortuously long fingernails up and down your breasts, and you giggle freely now.
Then she goes all out on your sensitive breasts.
Her hands fly all over them, flicking your nipples and spidering up and down.
"NOHOHOOO!!! PLEEEAASE!! HAHAHAHAAA!!!STHOHOHOOOOOOP!!!HAHAAAHAAAAHHHAAA!!!!" you beg the woman, who, after a few more minutes, finally stops. You pant for breath.
The woman spiders her tortuously long fingernails up and down your breasts, and you giggle freely now.
Then she goes all out on your sensitive breasts.
Her hands fly all over them, flicking your nipples and spidering up and down.
"NOHOHOOO!!! PLEEEAASE!! HAHAHAHAAA!!!STHOHOHOOOOOOP!!!HAHAAAHAAAAHHHAAA!!!!" you beg the woman, who, after a few more minutes, finally stops. You pant for breath.