Hell no!

What. The. Fuck. There was no way I was going to let him do that in a million years. No, I can endure this. I shake my head.

“No deal,” I say.

I could feel my pussy getting wet at the thought. My body is betraying me, but no, I am absolutely not, under any circumstances, going to let a guy I just met fuck me.

“That sounds worse than the tickling. No thanks,” I say.

He continues tickling me, but I’m defiant. I won’t let this asshole break me. I resist. Josh shrugs.

“Times up. Your loss,” he says.

Josh leaves the room for a moment. I look at the clock. 49. I’ve made it to 49. As hard as he’s tried, he hasn’t been able to make me laugh yet. I’ve lasted this long. It’s not over yet. I’m optimistic. He’s already tickled me for ten minutes and hasn’t gotten anywhere. You can do this, Jen. But then I see him return with something in his hands.