It tickles!

"No more! Please don't! I'm too ticklish!" You manage to gasp between bouts of hysteric laughter. Gwyn seems to enjoy your cries for mercy, and says, "Alright, I'll stop. On one condition."

"Anything!" You say through your intense laughter.

"I want you to tickle me!" With that, Gwyn ceases her tickling and unties you. You then tie her up and admire her for a moment. She is wearing a tight-fitting tanktop and blue underwear, as well as a pair of white ankle socks that are too small and are tight as a result. Her skin is a beautiful tan, and her hair is light brown, cutting off around her shoulders. You climb on top of her and begin tickling her ribs, producing giggles. She struggles, trying to wriggle away and pull her arms down at the same time, but without success. You think she actually likes being so helpless. You think about tickling her someplace else, but can't decide where.

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