Tickle Time Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

He didn’t know I read his diary and new about his tickle fetish. But he would find out soon enough, tied up to that chair with me in my sexiest lingerie, circling him like he was my prey. Silly boy didn’t know about what was coming to him! A fantasy realized, and to play out right in front of him! I am sure he just thought I was doing a cheap lapdance bit but I was in for something much more fun, and much more devious. My implements hidden in the top drawer of my vanity, ready to be used.

His laugh was great, so tickle time was gonna be fun.

Hearing the pleasure sounds of a man was amazing, but for him? A laugh would be infectious. As I blindfolded him, he joked about me being a weirdo he got off craigslist and these were his final moments. He had no idea. I took my fingers and wiggled them around his belly and ribs, making the laughter leave his mouth and bounce off the walls. Clearly, he couldn’t believe what was happening to him. It must be a joke, right? But no. No jokes here, this was the real deal for him.

My feather duster was next, his feet exposed. Everyone knew he was a ticklish guy, but this was much more fun than teasing him with a tickle. The moment the feather brushed against his sole, he erupted again, cock becoming hard and stiff in moments. Teasing him more and more, his face becoming red. What a fun time, and we weren’t even done with my experimenting yet. His underwear stained a dark grey from the precum oozing out and staining the taught fabric. Who knew that such dirty boys could get off to something like this? I’m now the certified tickle monster.