Tickle

The feeling of being at his mercy and surrender fills me with an intoxicating mixture of excitement and thrills. My bound hands leave me in no doubt that I am completely at Jan's mercy, that he is in control of my body and my lust.

My eyes fix lustfully on his bulging cock standing in front of me, ready to receive my demanding lips and greedy tongue. I can feel a mixture of anticipation and desire building up inside me as I imagine Jan filling me with his pulsating member.

The sight of his cock makes my desire grow immeasurably. My lips become wet with anticipation as I devour him with my hungry eyes. Every vein, every contour of his erect member becomes the object of my desire and I can hardly wait to feel it inside me.

Desire floods through my body, intensified by the fact that I can't move, that I'm completely dependent on Jan to satisfy my lust. The power he has over me excites me in a way that leaves me wanting more.

I feel my breathing quicken and my chest rise and fall in anticipation. My pussy gets wetter and wetter as I imagine Jan penetrating me deeply and intensely with his cock. The tightness of the restraints around my wrists reminds me that I am going to give myself completely to submission and pleasure in this position.

An exciting tingling sensation runs through my body as Jan sits on top of me and places his hands on my breasts. His touch is full of desire, his fingers explore every inch of my aroused skin.

I feel the warmth of his body on my stomach as he slowly leans forward and his lips cup my sensitive nipple. A soft moan escapes my throat as he gently sucks on it and circles it with his tongue.

The interplay of Jan's hands and mouth on my breasts creates an incredible pleasure that spreads like a fire inside me. His hands knead and massage my breasts while his lips and tongue caress my nipples.

Every kiss, every passionate bite he inflicts on my breasts makes me tremble with pleasure. The feeling of his tongue gliding over my aroused buds creates a mixture of lust and desire that dazes my senses.

I can feel the wet sheen of my own arousal between my thighs as Jan works my breasts with abandon and passion. The play of his fingers on my skin and his lips on my nipples drives me mad with lust.

I moan and whimper with desire, my body twitches under Jan's touch. The mixture of lust and being at his mercy is overwhelming as I crave more of him. The heat between my legs intensifies the longer he plays with my breasts.

A startled smile flits across my lips as Jan slides his hands to my armpits and asks me innocently, "Lisa, are you still as ticklish as you used to be?"

A shiver of anticipation runs through my body as his fingers glide gently over my sensitive skin. I feel my muscles tense up and I try to escape the tickling sensation. But at the same time, the idea that Jan knows my weakness and is using it to his advantage to put me in a state of lust excites me.

"Please, Jan, stop!" I beg him in a shaky voice as his fingers move deftly over my armpits. The tickling intensifies inexorably and I simply can't stay calm. Every gentle stroke and every slightly firmer squeeze makes me twitch and laugh. My laughter becomes louder, almost hysterical, and my movements become uncontrolled.

"Ahahaha! Stop, please! It tickles so much!" I stammer out between laughs, but Jan seems to ignore my pleas. The tickling gets more and more intense, my reactions more and more violent. I'm caught in a maelstrom of pleasure and overwhelm as my armpits are pampered by his skillful fingers.

Despite my pleading words and my uncontrolled reactions, Jan continues his ****. His fingers glide even more skillfully over my armpits, sometimes gently caressing, sometimes with an intense pressure. The persistent tickling brings me to the brink of madness as I try to escape the intoxicating sensation. My laughter becomes louder, my breaths become more hurried and my body writhes in pleasure and agony.

"Please, Jan, enough!" I cry out almost desperately now, but his eyes sparkle with pleasure as he enjoys my suffering. He seems to have no mercy as he continues to increase the tickling and pulls me into a whirlpool of pleasure and pain. My senses are numb, my control is lost and I am completely at his mercy. But deep down, I enjoy being so completely at his mercy.

There's a hint of malicious pleasure in his voice as he replies: "I enjoyed it as a child. And now I can finally experience it again. You're so wonderfully sensitive, my little playmate."

When Jan suddenly stops, I feel a mixture of relief and disappointment. My body is still tingling with the after-effects of the tickling and I can feel a longing stirring inside me to be touched by him. Our eyes meet and I dare to express my desires.

I breathe heavily and whisper in a longing voice: "Jan... Please touch me. I long to be touched by you. Feel my skin, explore my body. Let me feel your hands all over me. I want you so close to me that I can feel your heat, that our bodies melt together. Please, fulfill my longing, Jan."