Gitchy plays with Sarah

With her heart racing and adrenaline pumping, Sarah decides that there’s no time to waste. She spins on her heel, **** to make a break for it, but as she bolts down the hallway, Gitchy’s long arms shoot out like lightning. Before she knows it, he catches her mid-stride, wrapping one arm around her waist in a bear hug that feels both impossibly tight and utterly confining.

“Gotcha!” he crows, his laughter echoing off the walls as she struggles against him, her instincts kicking in to fight against the grip that holds her in place. “Oh, you’re not escaping that easily, my ticklish little friend!” His other hand reaches playfully toward her sides, fingers wiggling in the air like they’re ready to strike.

Sarah squirms, her mind racing with panic and embarrassment as she feels the warmth of his body pressing against her back. “Let me go!” she cries out, but Gitchy just chuckles, clearly enjoying her futile attempts to break free. “Why would I do that? We’re just getting to the best part!” he teases, his voice dripping with delight, ready to unleash the chaos he craves.

With a wicked grin spreading across his face, Gitchy uses the fingers of his free hand to scribble wildly across Sarah's stomach, the movement quick and erratic. Her shirt, though a barrier, offers little comfort as the sensation sends jolts of unexpected ticklishness radiating through her body. “Look at you! So squirmy and ticklish!” he cackles, watching her reaction with glee as laughter bubbles up from deep within her, a mix of fear and involuntary fun.

“Sthahahahahap! Plehehehehese…hahahaha..Sthahahahap!” she pleads between giggles, trying to twist away from his grasp, but the bear hug only tightens, and she’s trapped in a whirlwind of laughter and helplessness. Each little poke and scribble across her stomach makes her want to burst, a flurry of sensations that’s both maddening and overwhelming.

With a gleeful glint in his eye, Gitchy seizes the opportunity as Sarah's laughter fuels his excitement. In one swift motion, he grabs the hem of her shirt, pulling it up just enough to expose a sliver of her toned stomach. The cool air hits her skin, sending a shiver down her spine, and she gasps, the sudden exposure intensifying her vulnerability.

“Look at that! A perfect canvas for some tickle ****!” he exclaims with an exaggerated flourish, his fingers poised to attack her bare skin. Sarah’s laughter morphs into a mix of squeals and **** pleas as he zeroes in on her exposed stomach, fingers dancing like a swarm of bees across her sensitive skin.

“Nohohohoho! Nahahahat there!” she cries, the sensation overwhelming as she feels the ticklish waves crashing over her, each touch igniting a frenzy of giggles that spills uncontrollably from her lips. Gitchy’s laughter joins hers, a manic chorus that fills the room, as he enjoys every moment of her helpless squirming, delighting in the way her body reacts to his playful torment.

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