After a bumby ride in the dark bottom of her bag, the bag comes to a rest and tilts, spilling you out onto a large flat wooden surface. You look around, and realize your are standing on small coffee table. Her hand descends, and you are quickly snappeed up between her finger and thumb. In a quick second your are hoisted up to chest level. Her finger and thumb both curl inward forcibly, leaving you pinched between her finger and thumb nail. She squeezes slighlty sending sharp pains into your torso where her nails dig in. Your flail and squirm, suprised by the sudden jolt of pain. She brings you closer in towards her body and presses you up against the curvature of her breast, and pinches you between her index fingernail and thumbnail once more...this time a little harder. "eeoowch!!!" your tiny voice squeals. Your legs and arms flutter around in reflexive spasms. She places you beneath her shirt, where you see she is not wearing a bra. Her hand stuffs you inbetween to very luxurios breasts, which begins to excite you. She continues to squeeze you in intermittent surges. You realize she is using you as a human tickler on her chest.
"nmmff pleeammff!" you sob,..bu your tiny protests are muffled by the titanic cleavage that surrounds you. You whimper and squirm uncontrollably as she continues digging her nails into you, increasing the pressure each time.
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