Tickle her

You move up to Emma’s mouth and unbuckle her ball gag. As she stretches her jaw, your fingers roam down her long neck, the starlet jumping as you tickle the nape. Your hands move to her armpits, causing Emma to squeal as she twists helplessly in her bonds. Emma’s chest shakes with laughter as you rub your fingertips across her ribs and back to her pits. “Aaaaah, oooooo… can’t… breathe,” she pants. You hesitate, moving to her feet with a wicked grin on your face. Emma watches you anxiously as she catches her breath, her legs twitching at the slightest move of your hand. Suddenly, you grab her bound foot and rub your thumb against her sole. Emma howls in laughter as her toes curl, her ankle twisting in your hand as she fights to get away. You give her what she wants and let go, only to latch onto her knee. “Oh Gawwd,” she cries as her body arches away from the bed in a vain attempt to avoid your tingling fingers. Her face reddens as you continue to stroke her most sensitive spots, her high pitched squeals easily heard down the hall. “Oh please…fuck… you’re going to make me pee!” You keep your fingers working, dragging along her inner thigh until you spot a spurt of yellow fluid on her sheets.

"Wow, only a baby or a filthy little pig wets the bed like that."