Apricot is peacefully resting in her bed. A figure appears in her back door, a man half assed dressed in medical scrubs. He slowly enters the room and sets up anchor points in her closet door. Once prepped the creep takes a slow approach into jumping on top of her putting his hand over her mouth as she wrestles against him. Staring at her in a very serious manner he declares that she missed her tickle therapy appointment. He straps her to the anchor points he made in the door till she’s unable to get free. Kicking and fighting against him the whole way. The tickle torment is about to begin!...

Apricot is peacefully resting in her bed. A figure appears in her back door, a man half assed dressed in medical scrubs. He slowly enters the room and sets up anchor points in her closet door. Once prepped the creep takes a slow approach into jumping on top of her putting his hand over her mouth as she wrestles against him. Staring at her in a very serious manner he declares that she missed her tickle therapy appointment. He straps her to the anchor points he made in the door till she’s unable to get free. Kicking and fighting against him the whole way. The tickle torment is about to begin! Using implements along with his hands. Apricot cannot escape as she thrashes against him unable to hold back her extremely ticklish self. Tickling her hairy armpits as well as sniffing and licking them if he wasn’t creepy enough. She laughs, screams, cries, and pleads for him to leave her alone but he will not stop until she’s completely tickled out, putting both of her feet over his shoulder to isolate the bottoms for his tickle . Using everything including his beard to tickle her armpits and body. The creep begins to get horribly strange as he demands laughter while moaning and groaning. She fights back her laughter hard but is unable to help it while he rubs his crotch against her leg into a gratifying orgasm in his pants.