As powerful as Erin's euphoric teasing is a predatory force inside you is stronger. Her tight, toned belly is right there, exposed and vulnerable and in desperate need of tickling. She doesn't seem to notice your hands move- she's focusing too much on your giggling. But then your fingers make contact.
The reaction is instant. She explodes into ticklish laughter and bolts upright. Your fingers follow without losing contact, spidering across her midriff, skittering up and down her ribs and then running over her sides. The tops of your hands push away the sides of her shirt as you do, revealing her hourglass figure as she writhes and laughs. As she howls with laughter she finds enough restraint to place her hands behind her head as you dance over her exposed belly.
Jeez she was right- she is so ticklish. Yet somehow she's showing enough self discipline, or just enjoying it, to let you do it. She even arches her back forward, making access oh so much easier. Tears run down her face but she does nothing to stop you or try to get away. Eventually you ease off, wriggling your fingers gently and slower than before- though it's still enough to keep her laughing. As your left hand teases her midriff you reach out with your right to pick a few blades of long grass. She snickers a little harder as you stroke the improvised grassy duster from her navel to bikini top, causing her belly to quiver at the touch.
She's a trooper you give her that much. If this were you, you'd be a giggling wreck right now. After a few more moments of teasing tickles she plucks up the effort to speak.
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