She felt hads unzipping her bra, and then the fingers attacked her breasts. There was no room in the small chest to escape them, as they poked at the sides of her boobs, tickling their underside, quickly squeezing and unsqueezing them, while other hands had not seized the attack on her stomach, armpits and thighs. But none of those areas were as bad as her breasts - and the hands seemed to notice that, because they concentrated on that area, now four of them tickling each boob, attacking it from all sides.
Yukina couldn't say how long they tormented her sensitive chest, but she knew she pleaded and cursed, she called out to make whatever deal she could make to stop it. She even lost sense of all the other tickling, all she could feel was her sensitive, sensitive breasts being played with and tickled mercilessly. That is, until
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