Fayth is wearing just her denim vest and boy shorts and has been tied hand and foot on the folded-out futon. A cleave gag fills her mouth so she can't clearly speak her displeasure, but it's still pretty obvious that she can't stand getting tickled all over - her feet, her knees, her stomach, her ribs, with all that exposed skin there's fewer places her captor doesn't tickle her then where he does.
She tries to escape, but the only thing she can do is get her toe-tie off from her vigorous wiggling and squirming - small relief as she is still tickled a lot on the feet, and a lot elsewhere too.
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Fayth is wearing just her denim vest and boy shorts and has been tied hand and foot on the folded-out futon. A cleave gag fills her mouth so she can't clearly speak her displeasure, but it's still pretty obvious that she can't stand getting tickled all over - her feet, her knees, her stomach, her ribs, with all that exposed skin there's fewer places her captor doesn't tickle her then where he does.
She tries to escape, but the only thing she can do is get her toe-tie off from her vigorous wiggling and squirming - small relief as she is still tickled a lot on the feet, and a lot elsewhere too.
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