Belly Button Tickle Novels & Stories

"I would love to have your mouth between my legs." I winked at him and closed the door but not before seeing his jaw literally touching the ground in shock. **** I laughed out loudly from the hard tickles in my belly . Mace's fingers assaulted my stomach. Mace was on the top of my body and his fingers were tickling my stomach. His face was in my neck giving soft tickling kisses and making me laugh more hardly. I could feel his laughter of joy. "Stop..Aahh Ma.. Oh God.." I shouted loudly while laughing hard.

He trembled slightly under my teasing. "Ticklish?" "Mmm..." "How ticklish?" "Very, very ticklish." "How ticklish exactly?" I thought I had the upper hand, but then he tickled my waist, causing me to straighten up in surprise. Standing between his legs, I held onto his waist with both hands, looking at him in disbelief. Sensing my sudden stillness, he raised his hand to feel in front of him, touching my chest which was right in front of him at a ninety-degree angle. Realizing that I might have been disrupted by the tickling, he seemed to understand.

She used the tips of her fingernails to tickle my sack, lightly touching my skin as she rose up and down on my cock. Immediately my balls grew tight, and I felt that delicious swell of pleasure that let me know I was getting close to the red zone. I could have fought it if I wanted, but – “You want me to come?” I gasped. “Yes, please – oh God – are you coming?” she wailed as she continued to tickle my balls. “Fuck – FUCK – ” I groaned as I felt the first contraction deep in the base of my shaft. Lily whipped her hair back and thrashed her whole body on top of me in a frenzy. “Oh God – OH GOD – OH GOD – ”

"Roman!" I squeal out his name. His hands lands on my waist and goes over my belly. Oh God, he is tickling me. No, no, no. "Roman stop!" I yell out in-between bouts of laughter. Oh God, I am a ticklish person. How did he know? Roman doesn't relent even when I start begging and pleading in a barely audible tone. He continues to tickle me in my belly, my neck regions and when his fingers reach my armpits, I lose it completely.

Vampire knows how to satisfy a girl, I lifted my waist so that I could get even closer to his finger, he was about to release my clit at the time so there is no way I let that happens because I wanted more. “Babe, fuck me” I demanded. Yet he never listened to me because he got other plan, Levi moved from my nipples down to my belly, as he reached his destination, I feel my blood was about to explode then moan after moan left my wet lips again the moment when he tickled my belly button area. After finished teasing me by tickling my belly button, Levi took my panty off, as what he always does, he sniffed it before tossing it to the floor.

Celo murmured, pulling back the blanket that his best friend holding right now but he is fighting so that he could still cover is timid face of course his body who is still feel cold because of the air conditioner. Dizen snickered, giving up the blanket because he found a new spot to torture. And that was the both ends of Celo's belly witch was known to be his weakest spot and when you poke it repeatedly and again and again, it ticks more than the ticklish thing in the world. “You're not. You just said a word so you're awake now.” He twisted his friends body so he was now lying on his back and him now was sitting at the top of his friend's trunk. Once he got the chance he poked his fingers o

He peers up at me, “a small nap Emma? That’s not funny” I kiss his cheek, “I’m sorry baby, I have to find humor in all this somehow”. He giggles, “you know what that means…. Tickle time”. “No, no, no, no….”. He goes for the ticklish part of my stomach and abruptly stops, gasping. “Oh my goddess, Emma!?”. I look down to where he’s looking. My eyes go wide, “how is that possible?”.

The flesh beneath my fingertips was shrinking, he was really ticklish, he wasn' t lying to me. My guts grew and I laughed, "I' ve always been curious. You wear your shirt so neatly, no mess at all, did you secretly tuck the hem of your shirt into your underwear?" He didn' t reply to me, only the thumping of the heart in his chest. "Tell me about it, you must have... Uh huh, right?" "If you don' t get back to me, I' ll touch..." "leila!" He aggravated his tone by calling my name, but that didn' t scare me anymore.

His grip on Maureen's hair moved down the thick fabric from the woman's shoulders, all the way down until he was able to squeeze a pair of syntax behind Maureen. The man also continued to murmur, suck, bite, or simply swirl his tongue around Maureen's areolas. Although not as cute as Iqlima, Maureen's shape was adorable to play with. “Uncle Darren, ish... ticklish ....” Maureen's grip moved to Darren's shoulder, continuing to strengthen as her footing became weaker. Especially when Darren's lick explores the skin of her stomach, briefly tickles her belly button, then ends up on the small bulge between Maureen's groin. The man was able to catapult her as far as he could.

He doesn't take the shirt off completely, just pushes it open, and then his hands are on my stomach, tracing up my ribcage. "Your ribs." His fingers play along them like piano keys. "Sensitive but often overlooked. And here..." His hands curve around to my sides. "Most women are ticklish. But if I touch you slowly, firmly, it becomes something else entirely." He strokes up my sides and I arch into his hands, gasping.