"Where else should I tickle you, oh...." You can't take your eyes off her smooth pair of armpits unobstructed by a thread. While those extra hands are tickling poor Lucy's belly, you start to get closer to the head of the bed.
Lucy was still laughing and squirming from the relentless magical fingers attack on her stomach, but her eyes can still see you approaching. "AH, AHAHAHA. Ah, what do you want to do?"
You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Tickling you, what else?" All ten fingers of your free hand started dancing on the curve of her armpit, making her squeal.
"AH, AHAHAH! AHH! NO!" She yells in panic, squirming wildly as if it would save her but results nothing. "Not my armpits, too!"
"Well, for me, 'no' means 'yes'." You are satisfied to find one more sensitive spot of your tickle victim. Ignoring her pleas, your fingertips continue to graze the skin of her armpits.
Lucy squirmed frantically left and right, desperate to avoid all the tickling. You see how satisfying it is to make her laugh in her helpless state. Her body is yours now. You can do anything....
But these fingers were fully intent on forcing her to let out giggles and laughs. Teasing her sensitivity.
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