Gıdıklanıyor, bağlı ve titreyen-haruhi tsukigata bir komatsu'nun dili koltuk altı içine kayana kadar fışkırtıyor

I was doing so well—laughing, squirming, taking everything she gave me... until she used her tongue. Warm. Wet. Relentless. One little lick broke me—in the best way. Haruhi is tied in pink. Arms up. Feet braced. An grins, fingers grazing ribs, armpits, thighs. Feathers tickle. Brushes sweep. Her knees buckle. Her giggles snap into gasps. Then come the claws. Then the nail brushes. Armpits. Waist. Bellybutton. She squeals. Writhes. Pants. The electric toothbrush hums. Knees jerk. Toes curl. Her laughter breaks — breathy, pleading. She tugs the restraints. An leans in. Tongue out. That lick on her armpit? Too much. Warm. Wet. Relentless. She pants. An watches. Satisfied. Which part do you think is going to hit you the hardest? The brushes circling her bellybutton? The nailbrushes in her armpit? The toothbrush on her toes? (250203_08)