Keeping a firm hold on her ankle, you let your finger glide down the nylon sole. The sheer dark material felt exquisite to the touch as your fingertip dipped down her arch and over the ball, coming to rest near the base of her toes.
By now, Franziska's legs were kicking up a storm from the stimulus. You'd imagine her expression was an equal mix of rage and stifled laughter. "Y-you brahahat!! Quit it RIGHT NOW!!!" she managed to snarl despite her predicament.
Wordlessly, you wiggle you finger just to remind her of its location, earning an audible gasp from the helpless prosecutor. "Don't...you...dare," she threatened, her right foot trying to kick you in retaliation.
A sinister smile grows across your face as your finger attacks the crevice in between her toes. Under your grip, you feel Franziska shiver as if a current had shot through her entire body. You're rewarded with a steady stream of giggle from Franziska as her defenses crumble away. The stocking material is helpless in protecting the clearly sensitive skin around and in between her toes, and you capitalize on it as you switch to immediately clawing your fingers in between all of her toes.
The effect is instantaneous.
"GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!!!" the prosecutor wails as she struggles in vain from the ticklish onslaught.
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