You reflexively draw your knees together as she reaches between your legs to trace the same frenzied pattern on your inner thigh, then she works her fingertips up the surface of your legs all the way to the crease of your hips, taking care to use extra light touches on the ridge of your pelvis.
Your restraints prevent you from deflecting her attack, and you hyperventilate in ticklish anguish as she reaches sensitive zones. Your hips buck without your doing, but even that doesn't dissuade her pervasive tickles from reaching the backs of your legs as your writhe.
You feel your face flush red, fevered giggles escaping you as she relents for a moment and thinks about her next method of attack.
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