Donat's tickle

Julie pulled out the box of donuts again, as if she had discovered a new weapon.

“Now it’s time for **donut tickle**!”

She picked up a whole, still-warm, shiny chocolate donut, ran a thick line of melted chocolate across the palm of her left hand with her thumb, then stuck that sticky hand under Smith’s armpit.

“Julie! Nooooo!”

The hot, slippery chocolate made Julie’s fingers slither like a snake. Smith ducked, laughed, tried to escape, but Julie grabbed his waist with her right hand and tickled him under the armpit with her chocolate left hand, **hot chocolate + hot tickle**.

“Hahaha! Julie! I’m dirty! Hahaha!”

Julie laughed, bit into the donut, tore off a large piece of soft chocolate with her tongue and rubbed it on Smith's stomach, then tickled it with the tip of her tongue!

"Chocolate taste, little Smith!"

Smith struggled, but Julie locked her legs under Smith's, picked up a vanilla donut with powdered sugar, sprinkled powdered sugar on his toes, and tickled the soles of Smith's feet with her powdered sugar toes. The powdered sugar fell like snow, and Smith screamed every time her toes went.

"Nooooo! My feet! Julie! Hahaha!"

Julie picked up a broken donut, rubbed a large piece of melted chocolate on Smith's ribs, then tickled Smith's skin with the tip of the half-eaten donut, like a hairbrush. **Tickling donut!**

"Here? Or here?" Every time the donut reached a sensitive spot, Smith laughed harder, chocolate and powdered sugar spilling all over his clothes.

Julie paused for a moment, picked up the donut, took a big bite, then with a mouth full of chocolate, planted a sticky kiss on Smith's neck and at the same time tickled him below the knee with her finger.

"Hehehe! Julie! I'm dying!"

Julie laughed, holding the half-eaten donut in front of Smith's mouth: "If you take a big bite, the tickling of the donut is over!"

With tears of laughter, Smith took a big bite, pouring hot chocolate onto his lips.

Julie wiggled her legs, slid her powdered toes back between Smith’s, and gave him one last tickle.

“See? Donut + tickle = breakfast of champions!”

Smith was panting, his face, his clothes, his feet, all covered in chocolate, powdered sugar, and laughter.

Julie just smiled, picked up a fresh donut, and said,

“Now it’s time for round two of donut tickle!”