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“Ohho… You know there is no escape, dear~” Her voice echoed in your head, though you could barely hear it over your roaring laughter. She was tickling your ribs now; digging her perfectly manicured nails deeply into the spaces between each one. It was maniacal, just how good she was with her fingertips. The ways she pinched each individual rib; switching between using her finger pads and the nails to flutter over the gentle curves of your bare skin. She had you howling, she had you screeching; however she wanted.

“Mmmh I love this spot. Your ribs are just so ticklish… I know they’re not your most ticklish, but they give you such mirth, I can’t help but love them~” She taunted you playfully, her light accent making her words flutter between your squeals and deep laughter. You tried shouting for mercy, but that only made her giggle.

“Ohoho; but I’m already here…” She chuckled so cutely, “Here, let me show you.” She said, stopping her tickles with one hand and removing your blindfold. Your eyes were already full of tears, but you managed to blink out the blurs to see her lovely blond hair hanging down in front of her soft face. Angela’s gentle blue eyes watched your panting face with her classic warm smile, even though her right hand was fluttering wildly over your ticklish side.

“You see~?” She teased you lightly, her hand going back to work to tickle, snapping to your left underarm to scribble the smooth hollow. You bucked as best you could on the soft bed, but the straps were so expertly tied you barely had an inch to bounce around.

“Tickle, tickle~ Tickle, tickle~~” She began the babytalk chant; your ultimate weakness whenever she had you in her loving clutches. Her tone was so musical; matching the symphony of laughter that her masterful fingers played over your sensitive body. No matter which way you squirmed her fingers found you; digging, drilling, scribbling, spidering all over. Your voice called out for mercy once again.

“Ahha, I told you, you have her already.” She giggled, looking at you with a sly smirk. “But if you want that so bad…” She suddenly sprung up from her laying position, mounting your waist and sitting on her knees with you between them. “Then I shall give you my all!” She lowered her hands and attacked your bare stomach!

“Coochicoochi cooo~ Tickle, tickle little one~” She broke out her ultimate teasing as her nails scratched and tickled all over your soft stomach. Your voice couldn’t pitch any higher; your laughter couldn’t get any louder, but still she tickled. Her surprising strength kept you from writhing, and her fluttering fingers kept you from being still.

“Laugh for me~ Give me your everything… Tickle, tickle~” Angela’s teasing was getting deeper as she was focusing on more of your ticklish belly spots. A patch of skin just above your hip; her fingers scribbled deeply over it. That space just to the left of your navel; a fingernail was there to circle it quickly. A line of skin normally covered by the elastic of your undergarments; thumbs were there pinch-tickling ever so ruthlessly.

“Oh I just love that face~ Your look of pure bliss as I just keep tickling you~ All of that energy you’re expelling, just for me and my -tickles-. More, more~ Tickletickletickle~~” You could barely understand her now, your mind swam with nothing but the sensations of endless tickles from your stomach. No matter how much she tickled, no sensitivity was lost; no part of your body ever grew accustomed to her perfect tickling technique. She had you in her warm clutches and she knew it; she loved it.
And you loved it~

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“Ohho… You know there is no escape, dear~” Her voice echoed in your head, though you could barely hear it over your roaring laughter. She was tickling your ribs now; digging her perfectly manicured nails deeply into the spaces between each one. It was maniacal, just how good she was with her fingertips. The ways she pinched each individual rib; switching between using her finger pads and the nails to flutter over the gentle curves of your bare skin. She had you howling, she had you screeching; however she wanted.

“Mmmh I love this spot. Your ribs are just so ticklish… I know they’re not your most ticklish, but they give you such mirth, I can’t help but love them~” She taunted you playfully, her light accent making her words flutter between your squeals and deep laughter. You tried shouting for mercy, but that only made her giggle.

“Ohoho; but I’m already here…” She chuckled so cutely, “Here, let me show you.” She said, stopping her tickles with one hand and removing your blindfold. Your eyes were already full of tears, but you managed to blink out the blurs to see her lovely blond hair hanging down in front of her soft face. Angela’s gentle blue eyes watched your panting face with her classic warm smile, even though her right hand was fluttering wildly over your ticklish side.

“You see~?” She teased you lightly, her hand going back to work to tickle, snapping to your left underarm to scribble the smooth hollow. You bucked as best you could on the soft bed, but the straps were so expertly tied you barely had an inch to bounce around.

“Tickle, tickle~ Tickle, tickle~~” She began the babytalk chant; your ultimate weakness whenever she had you in her loving clutches. Her tone was so musical; matching the symphony of laughter that her masterful fingers played over your sensitive body. No matter which way you squirmed her fingers found you; digging, drilling, scribbling, spidering all over. Your voice called out for mercy once again.

“Ahha, I told you, you have her already.” She giggled, looking at you with a sly smirk. “But if you want that so bad…” She suddenly sprung up from her laying position, mounting your waist and sitting on her knees with you between them. “Then I shall give you my all!” She lowered her hands and attacked your bare stomach!

“Coochicoochi cooo~ Tickle, tickle little one~” She broke out her ultimate teasing as her nails scratched and tickled all over your soft stomach. Your voice couldn’t pitch any higher; your laughter couldn’t get any louder, but still she tickled. Her surprising strength kept you from writhing, and her fluttering fingers kept you from being still.

“Laugh for me~ Give me your everything… Tickle, tickle~” Angela’s teasing was getting deeper as she was focusing on more of your ticklish belly spots. A patch of skin just above your hip; her fingers scribbled deeply over it. That space just to the left of your navel; a fingernail was there to circle it quickly. A line of skin normally covered by the elastic of your undergarments; thumbs were there pinch-tickling ever so ruthlessly.

“Oh I just love that face~ Your look of pure bliss as I just keep tickling you~ All of that energy you’re expelling, just for me and my -tickles-. More, more~ Tickletickletickle~~” You could barely understand her now, your mind swam with nothing but the sensations of endless tickles from your stomach. No matter how much she tickled, no sensitivity was lost; no part of your body ever grew accustomed to her perfect tickling technique. She had you in her warm clutches and she knew it; she loved it.
And you loved it~