Justin's Tickled Torture

Justine, bound and helpless, squirms as Justin's fingers trace patterns on her bare skin. His touch is light, barely there, yet it sets her nerves alight. Her laughter turns to moans as he tickles her inner thighs, her stomach, her breasts. Justin's breath is heavy, his cock straining against his pants as he watches her writhe. Justine's body glistens with sweat, her pussy throbbing with need. Justin leans in, his tongue flicking against her ear, "You're mine to tease, to please, Justine."

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