Isola is now hogtied and ready for a little bit of feet tickling. She giggles as I rake my fingers all over her bare soles, trying in vain to block my hands with hers. As I tickle she contorts her body in all kinds of weird poses to try and get away. Her back arches when I dig my hands into her thighs. When I move up to her hips she squeals and buries her face in the mattress. There is also a bit of armpit tickling and a few raspberries thrown in.

Isola is now hogtied and ready for a little bit of feet tickling. She giggles as I rake my fingers all over her bare soles, trying in vain to block my hands with hers. As I tickle she contorts her body in all kinds of weird poses to try and get away. Her back arches when I dig my hands into her thighs. When I move up to her hips she squeals and buries her face in the mattress. There is also a bit of armpit tickling and a few raspberries thrown in.