A prankster thinks it would be funny to spread itching powder around Candle's office, and record the results with the cameras he's hidden there. He knows she hates the air-conditioned building, so he also turns down the thermostat just before she arrives, figuring that watching her freeze as she scratches will double his fun.
She begins working on the computer, then crosses her arms with a shiver.
Quickly, she regains her composure and returns her hands to the keyboard to resume working. But within seconds, she begins feeling itches on her upper body. Looking mildly annoyed at the i...
A prankster thinks it would be funny to spread itching powder around Candle's office, and record the results with the cameras he's hidden there. He knows she hates the air-conditioned building, so he also turns down the thermostat just before she arrives, figuring that watching her freeze as she scratches will double his fun.
She begins working on the computer, then crosses her arms with a shiver.
Quickly, she regains her composure and returns her hands to the keyboard to resume working. But within seconds, she begins feeling itches on her upper body. Looking mildly annoyed at the irritation, she rubs at her arms, then scratches her head. When her head starts itching a second time, she grabs the hairbrush and runs it through her hair to scratch, smiling at the relief. Sated, she returns to work.
After a moment, she feels an itch under her shirt. She moves to scratch it, then realizes someone might be watching. With some effort, she manages to stop her hand from relieving her itch. After a look around to make sure the coast is clear, she sticks her hand in her shirt and scratches at her breasts, closing her eyes and sighing as she does so.
She rubs her thighs vigorously to warm them. As she moves her hands back toward the keyboard, she lets out a hiss with a pained expression as she realizes this has set off another itching reaction.
She reaches down and runs her nails up her thigh. Just as her fingers begin to lift the hem of her skirt, she looks up in surprise as if she just heard the door open. She her expression into a smile and smooths her skirt down.
She starts to reach under the desk to grab the papers. As her hand passes near her thigh, she makes a claw shape with her fingers. She bites her bottom lip and stares longingly for a moment at her hand and leg — she wants nothing more than to scratch. Then, she looks up, as if the person in the room has asked her something. Embarrassed, she stammers a reply as she leafs through the reports.
Suddenly, her itchy thighs flare up again. She grits her teeth and clenches her fists, scrunching her face into an agonized look. With the visitor gone, she sets the papers on the desk, reaches down with both hands, sinks her nails into her thighs, and drags them all the way up her legs.
Propping her feet up on the desk, she claws at her thighs from all angles with wild abandon. Her face melts into shifting expressions of intense pleasure. With a long, breathy sigh, she relaxes, and takes a moment to revel in her satisfaction. With the itch gone, she returns to a regular seated position.
As she shifts into position in her chair, she realizes that now her butt itches. She scoots from side to side, trying to create friction on the seat. When that doesn't work, she reaches behind her to scratch, but stops herself short.
She returns to her work, squirming around in her seat, obviously very uncomfortable.
She slides her hand across the desk to reach for the papers. As she does so, her hand stops as it encounters the hairbrush. Her eyes widen. She gasps. She can't resist. She stands up, facing the camera, and tears her skirt and panties off. She scratches her buttocks with the hairbrush, and her face screws into a mask of orgasmic ecstasy. Lost in pure relief, she forgets where she is and cries out in pleasure.
Leaving her lower body alone for a moment, she rips her shirt off, and throws it to the ground. It lands somewhere near the itching powder container, not that she's paying any attention.
She claws at her breasts with one hand as she scrubs the brush over her abdomen, moaning a constant “Oooohhhhh-ooooohhhhh-oooohhhhh-oooohhh” as her face displays her rapture.
She returns her attention to her thighs and ass. The pleasure becomes too much to bear, and she falls to the floor, scratching all over lower body with both hand and brush, moaning and ooh-ing and gasping in delight.
Finally, she's scratched all the powder off, so the itch ceases. She relaxes and lays on the floor with a sigh. Until she remembers that she's absolutely freezing. Standing up, she hugs herself tightly and presses her legs together, bouncing slightly for warmth. Shivering, she walks toward her clothing to pick it up. As she bends over to retrieve her clothes, she sees the container of itching powder and picks it up.
Still naked, she returns to her desk and curls up into a ball in her chair, hugging her legs tightly while her teeth chatter, looking miserable as she sits and freezes.
