My back and sides are wickedly ticklish and my army green linen jumpsuit with big shiny buttons marching down the front and big shiny buttons on the pockets is no protection from the agonizingly pleasurable sensations of prolonged hysterical laughter
When you’re really that sensitive to the feather, but your tormentor thinks you’re pretending and decides to punish you with hard rib tickles for the remainder of the session…
Too late for sorries…
the contrast from the bratty confidence in the first gif to her melting in the second gif is my favorite
