Sweet giggly girl

You wriggle and writhe, feeling more tickling on your thighs from the petticoat, which sends you into deeper fits of high giggles.

But something else is happening. As you struggle, your feminine body is responding to the touch of silk, satin and lace. Soon the tickling, and wiggling are making you feel very aroused. In fact, before you know it, your frilly little panties are wet and you are desperate for release.

One of the white silk gloves at the end of the bed hops up and walks over on its fingers like Thing from the Addams family. It crawls up your frills, between your legs, and soon crawls up into your panties!

You try to cry out, but even the satin glove tickles its way in and soon begins tickling you in a different way. Your giggles soon become mixed with coos and light moans as something rubs against your wet womanhood.

Silkiness slips inside and touches your clit. You buck and squeal. The tickling intensifies, as does the pleasure, and soon you are bouncing in your satin restraints and fluffy petticoats, giggling and squealing as a wave of unbelievable pleasure washes over you. It sends bolts of electricity through your body, from your fingertips up to your giggle-wracked brain.

Then, suddenly... as you come down from pure, pink giggly pleasure, the satin vanishes and the feathers fall down inert. You find yourself gasping for breath, little aftershocks of pleasure causing you to giggle reflexively.

Eventually, you try to move. You slide your legs off the bed and feel something odd. You reach beneath your skirt and remove a wet, white silk glove and some wet frilly panties. For some reason, this makes you coo and giggle again. In fact, everything seems entertaining to you. You feel funny, like, ha-ha funny.

Skipping happily over to the drawers, you remove a new pair of pink satin panties and put them on. Next, you find some cute pink platforms with a heel in the shape of a heart (Oh-em-geeeeee!) and slip them on. You are so enraptured by your super-cuteness that the giggles leaking from your girly chest feel perfectly natural.

But now what to do? You feel like playing something, but what? Oh, if only there were a fun playmate here...

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