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Kylie Jenner
Timothee Chalamet
The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the opulent kitchen of Kylie Jenner's sprawling mansion, the aroma a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the air. The clinking of fine china and the low hum of the refrigerator were the only sounds that dared to intrude on the silence that had settled over the room. Kylie leaned against the marble countertop, her eyes fixed on the clock above the stove, counting down the minutes until Timothee Chalamet would arrive. She couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she thought about the evening she had planned for them.
Timothee strolled in, his casual confidence a stark contrast to the meticulous outfit he had donned for the occasion. His eyes met Kylie's and she felt a jolt of electricity. He had no idea what she had in store for him tonight. She had hinted at something special, but had remained tight-lipped about the details.
"You look absolutely scrumptious," he said, pecking her cheek before taking in the scene. The kitchen island was adorned with a spread of fruits, chocolate sauces, and an assortment of whipped creams. In the center, a gleaming black remote control rested on a velvet cushion. Kylie watched with a knowing smile as his gaze lingered on the device.
"Tonight, we're playing a little game," she announced, her voice a sultry purr. She stepped closer, her hand brushing against the bulge in his pants. "You see, I have a confession to make.
Timothee's curiosity piqued, he cocked his head to the side, his eyes never leaving hers. "What's that?"
Kylie's smile grew more mischievous as she picked up the remote. "I have an orgasm control fetish," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She watched the realization on his face.
Timothee's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise and intrigue playing on his features. "Orgasm control?" he repeated, his voice tentative.
Kylie nodded, her grin growing wider. "I love the power of making someone squirm, begging for release, and then deciding when they get it." She stepped closer, her hand still lingering near his crotch, the heat of his body making her own desires stir. "And tonight, I want to tie you to my bed and play with you for a very...very long time... I want to explore every inch of you, tease you until you're begging for more, and then make you come so hard, you won't be able to think straight."
Timothee's eyes searched hers, trying to gauge if she was serious. The air was thick with anticipation, the tension palpable. "But what if I can't handle it?"
"The more you suffer, the hotter it makes me," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "But don't worry, you're in good hands."
Timothee swallowed hard, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding his system. He'd never explored anything quite like this before, but he knew Kylie was the perfect partner to dive into the uncharted waters of kink with. She had a way of making him feel safe, even when she was talking about tying him up and pushing his boundaries.
She sailed out of the kitchen, leaving him to follow her down the hallway to their master suite. The door clicked shut behind them, and she turned to face him, her body language playful yet commanding. "First things first, we need to set the mood."
With a seductive sway to her hips, she dropped to her knees before Timothee, her eyes never leaving his. His heart hammered in his chest as she unbuckled his belt, her fingers nimble and confident. His cock sprang free, and she took it in her hands, her touch light and teasing. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the tip, her breath hot and moist. Timothee's knees buckled slightly, but she was there, her hands guiding him to the edge of the bed.
"Get naked and lie down," she instructed, her voice a blend of sweetness and authority. He complied, his heart racing as she pulled out a set of velvety handcuffs from a drawer in the bedside table. She secured his wrists to the bed posts, one by one, her eyes locked onto his the whole time. She straddled him, she took her time to remove her clothes, revealing her perfect body inch by inch.
Timothee felt a mix of excitement and vulnerability as he lay there, naked, bound and at her mercy. He watched as she picked up a bottle of warming massage oil from the nightstand, the anticipation making his cock throb with need. Kylie drizzled the oil over her breasts, letting it run down her flat stomach and pool in her navel. She leaned over him, her breasts tantalizingly close to his face, and began to massage the oil into his chest and abs, her hands firm and confident.
Her touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. She trailed her fingers down his chest, lightly scratching him before moving further south. His cock was painfully hard already, begging for attention. She took a moment to admire him, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"So, what do you think of my new pedicure?" Kylie asked, wiggling her toes playfully in the air. Timothee's eyes followed the movement, his gaze lingering on her freshly painted size 8 feet.
Timothee licked his lips, his eyes glazed with desire. "They're... they're incredible," he managed to murmur, his voice strained. He had always had a thing for Kylie's feet, and the way she flaunted them now only served to amplify his arousal.
"Good," she said, a wicked glint in her eye. "Because tomorrow, after my workout, I expect you to worship these sweaty, beautiful feet of mine." She playfully pressed the soles of her feet to his cheeks, leaving a trail of oil as she slid them down his body, finally resting them on his thighs. Timothee's cock twitched, the thought of her sweaty, post-workout feet in his face making him even more desperate for release.
Kylie's oiled hands found their way to his shaft, stroking him with a maddening slowness. He groaned, his body taut with need. "Remember," she said, her voice a low purr, "you don't get to come until I say so." She watched as his eyes rolled back, the muscles in his neck straining.
Timothee could feel the weight of her gaze on him, her fingers moving with the precision of a maestro conducting a symphony of pleasure. The strokes grew quicker, the pressure increasing, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, she'd ease up, leaving him on the brink. Her toes danced in front of his face, a teasing reminder of the power she held over him.
"Do you want a footjob, baby?" she cooed, her voice a siren's call. She knew his weakness for her feet, and she was playing it like a fiddle. The thought of her laying on her stomach, her perfect ass in the air, stroking him with her oiled-up soles was almost too much to bear. He nodded frantically, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
With a grin that could make a saint beg for mercy, Kylie swung her leg over his body, placing one foot on either side of his head. Her toes wiggled in his face, so close that he could feel the warmth of her skin. He tried to lift his head for a taste, but the cuffs held him in place, forcing him to remain still.
"Kiss them," she teased, her voice a sweet torment, knowing he physically couldn't reach. Timothee's frustration grew, his need for her touch consuming him. His eyes followed her feet as they glided down his body, her toes tracing the path of her earlier massage, now leaving a trail of warm oil. He watched, his mouth watering, as she positioned her soles over his rock-hard cock, the arch of her foot perfectly framing it.
"Please, Kylie," he begged, his voice strained with desire. She chuckled, a sound that was both thrilling and infuriating, and began to move her feet in a slow, circular motion, her heels lightly grazing his inner thighs. The sensation was maddening, a mix of pleasure and denial that had him squirming against the soft restraints.
"You really like my toesies, don't you?" she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Timothee's gaze was glued to her feet, the pink polish on her toes standing out against her tan skin. He could see the faint sheen of oil that coated them, and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting her.
With a knowing smile, Kylie leaned down, her breasts swaying as she reached between his legs. He watched, his breath hitching, as her hand hovered over his balls. The anticipation was exquisite. And then, with a flick of her wrist, she began tickling them lightly with her long, manicured nails. Timothee's hips jerked upward, a surprised yelp escaping his lips. It was a sensation that was both foreign and incredibly arousing.
"Are you ticklish?" she asked, her voice full of amusement. He nodded, his eyes watering from the sensation. "Good to know," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She continued her assault, her nails dancing over the sensitive flesh. Timothee squirmed and bucked, trying to escape her touch, but the handcuffs held him firmly in place. His laughter turned into pleas for mercy, but she was relentless, enjoying every second of his torment.
"Please, Kylie," he begged, his voice a mix of desperation and arousal. "I can't take it anymore."
"Oh, but you can," she murmured, her voice a seductive caress. "You just don't know how good you have it yet."
Timothee gritted his teeth as she moved her nails from his balls to the base of his shaft, tracing a delicate pattern that had him gasping for air. He knew she was enjoying his predicament, the power of it all turning her on even more. "Say it," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Say you're ticklish."
The words were almost torn from his throat. "I'm ticklish," he admitted, his voice hoarse with need. The admission was like throwing fuel on a fire, her fingers becoming more insistent, her toes now curling around his cock as if eager to feel the pulse of his impending climax.
Timothee's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to manipulate him with her feet, her toes playing a tantalizing dance along the length of his shaft. Each touch was a whisper of pleasure that grew more intense with every stroke. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock, his body begging for release as she continued her sweet torment.
With a devious smile, Kylie leaned in closer, her nails grazing the sensitive ridge just behind the head of his cock. He gasped, his body jolting at the sudden sensation. "Is that too much?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Timothee's only response was a strangled moan as she continued to tickle the spot with feather-light strokes, each one sending shivers down his spine. "No... it's just... I've never felt anything like it," he managed to get out between pants.
With a wicked smile, Kylie grabbed his cock with her toes, holding it firmly at the base. She reached up with one hand, her fingers wrapping around just above where her toes were curled, effectively trapping his erection in a vice-like grip. Her palm hovered over the sensitive tip, a bead of precum already forming. She watched the desperation in his eyes as she brought her hand down, her palm flattening against his most sensitive spot.
The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before—exquisite and agonizing all at once. She began to rub in small, slow circles, the pressure building with each pass. Timothee's body was a taut bowstring, his hips rising off the bed as he tried to chase the elusive orgasm she kept just out of reach. His breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, his teeth clenched in an effort to hold back the tide of pleasure.
Kylie leaned in, her full, pink lips mere inches from his. "Look at me," she murmured. "I want to see your eyes when I make you come." Timothee forced his eyes open, the intensity of her gaze holding him captive as she worked her magic with her feet. Each stroke of her toes brought him closer and closer to the edge, the friction of her palm against the head of his cock driving him wild.
The pressure grew, a coiling tension in his balls that seemed to expand with every passing second. He could feel his orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter him into a million pieces. But no matter how much he begged, how much he writhed and pleaded, Kylie was in complete control. Her palm was a barrier, a wall that denied him the release he so desperately craved.
"Cum for me, baby," she whispered, her voice a siren's song that only added to his torment. Her toes continued to stroke his shaft, her hand a constant presence, reminding him of the power she held. Timothee's body was a canvas of need, each twitch and spasm a testament to her skill.
He tried to push his hips up, to find relief in the pressure of her hand, but she was one step ahead, keeping her grip firm, her palm flat against him. The sensation was maddening, the heat from her hand seemingly burning him through the thin layer of oil. "I can't," he groaned, the words torn from his lips.
"You can," she said, her voice a soft command. "Cum for me. I want to feel you explode beneath my feet." Her toes curled tighter around his shaft, her heels pressing into his thighs as she stroked him with more urgency. The sight of her in control, her body glistening with oil, her feet moving with a skill that seemed almost otherworldly, was too much to bear.
Timothee felt like he was being torn apart, his body a battleground of pleasure and pain. His cock was a live wire, his balls tightening with each passing second. He could see the triumph in her eyes, the satisfaction of knowing she had him right where she wanted him. "Please," he whimpered, his voice cracking with need.
Kylie leaned closer, her breath a warm caress against his ear. "Do it," she whispered, her voice a seductive demand. "I know you want to." Timothee's hips bucked, his cock straining against her grip. He could feel the muscles in his thighs quiver, his entire body poised on the precipice of release. But she didn't relent, her hand a constant, maddening presence that denied him the sweet release he craved.
"What would you be willing to do if I let you cum?" she asked, her tone a sultry challenge. Timothee's mind raced, desperate to offer anything she desired. "I'd... I'd do anything," he panted, his voice strained with need.
"Beg me to tickle you," Kylie demanded, her voice a low, seductive whisper. Timothee's eyes shot open, the words surprising him. But the promise of relief was too tempting to resist.
"Please, Kylie," he gasped, his voice a desperate whine. "Tickle torture me."
Her smile grew wider, the challenge accepted. She began to tickle his sides, her fingers moving with the speed and precision of a master torturer. Timothee squirmed and laughed, his body jolting with each touch. But she didn't stop there. Her toes continued their merciless stroking, her hand now fully engulfing his cock head and rolling around on the tip, the combination of sensations overwhelming him.
"Where's your worst spot?" she asked again, her voice a mix of playfulness and authority. Timothee's mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, his body a symphony of sensations that he couldn't begin to comprehend.
"My... my armpits," he finally managed to gasp out, his eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.
Kylie's grin grew wider, the thrill of his vulnerability adding to her own excitement. She leaned over, her breasts brushing against his chest as she brought her hand down to his side. Timothee's body jolted as her nails danced along the sensitive skin of his forearms, her touch light yet insistent. He squirmed, trying to pull away, but the handcuffs held him firm. The combination of her tickling, her bare breasts grazing his torso and the relentlessly slow reverse footjob had him writhing on the bed, his body a maelstrom of sensation.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, her voice a playful purr. Timothee's eyes snapped open, meeting hers, filled with a mix of desperation and longing. "No," he panted, his voice raw. "Please, don't stop."
With a knowing smirk, Kylie shifted her focus to his elbow pits, her nails skimming over the sensitive skin. Timothee's body convulsed, the sudden sensation making his cock pulse even more against her soles. "Does that tickle?" she teased, her fingers moving with a slight increase in pressure.
Timothee's eyes shot wide open, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he felt the tingles spread from his elbows to the rest of his body. "Y-yes," he stammered, his voice thick with need. "It tickles so much."
Kylie leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "But not as bad as your armpits, huh?" she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. Timothee's body stilled, the anticipation of her touch on his most sensitive spot almost too much to handle. "No," he breathed, his voice trembling with excitement.
Her nails began to trace a path down his biceps, the light scrape of her manicure leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The tension in the room was palpable, the only sounds being their ragged breaths and the slick sound of her feet gliding over his oiled skin. Her fingertips reached the crook of his arms, and she took her sweet time exploring the sensitive area before finally settling into the soft hollows of his armpits. Timothee's eyes rolled back, his body tensing as she began to tickle him with a gentle yet unyielding force.
The sensation was unbearable, his laughter mingling with his desperate pleas for mercy. "Kylie, please," he gasped, his abs contracting with every giggle. But she was unforgiving, her tickling growing more intense as she felt the vibrations of his laughter reverberating through his body. She watched with glee as he writhed beneath her, his cock straining against her feet, desperate for relief.
Her own arousal was building to a crescendo, the sight of Timothee's vulnerability and his helplessness beneath her a powerful aphrodisiac. Her pussy was slick with desire, her clit throbbing with every stroke of her foot on his shaft. She knew that if she were to straddle him right now, she could ride him to orgasm with ease, the power of her domination propelling her to new heights of pleasure.
But she wanted more. She craved the feeling of his desperation, the way his body responded to her every whim. With a final, lingering tickle, Kylie sat back on her haunches, her legs spread wide as she reached for the base of Timothee's cock. He was panting now, his body covered in a sheen of sweat that made his muscles glisten. The head of his cock was a deep shade of purple, the veins standing out like cords against his skin.
Straddling him once more, she lowered her dripping wet pussy onto his cock head, her clit pressing against it as she began to rock back and forth. The friction was exquisite, the feel of her soaked folds against his sensitive skin almost too much to bear. Timothee's eyes widened, his body arching off the bed as he felt the pressure build.
"You're so close," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that sent shivers down his spine. "But you're not going to come yet, baby." With a cruel twist of her hips, she ground against him, the heat and slickness of her sex taunting him with every movement. He could feel the beginnings of his climax, the coil tightening in his balls, but she wasn't done with him yet.
To be continued
Kylie Jenner
Timothee Chalamet
The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the opulent kitchen of Kylie Jenner's sprawling mansion, the aroma a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the air. The clinking of fine china and the low hum of the refrigerator were the only sounds that dared to intrude on the silence that had settled over the room. Kylie leaned against the marble countertop, her eyes fixed on the clock above the stove, counting down the minutes until Timothee Chalamet would arrive. She couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she thought about the evening she had planned for them.
Timothee strolled in, his casual confidence a stark contrast to the meticulous outfit he had donned for the occasion. His eyes met Kylie's and she felt a jolt of electricity. He had no idea what she had in store for him tonight. She had hinted at something special, but had remained tight-lipped about the details.
"You look absolutely scrumptious," he said, pecking her cheek before taking in the scene. The kitchen island was adorned with a spread of fruits, chocolate sauces, and an assortment of whipped creams. In the center, a gleaming black remote control rested on a velvet cushion. Kylie watched with a knowing smile as his gaze lingered on the device.
"Tonight, we're playing a little game," she announced, her voice a sultry purr. She stepped closer, her hand brushing against the bulge in his pants. "You see, I have a confession to make.
Timothee's curiosity piqued, he cocked his head to the side, his eyes never leaving hers. "What's that?"
Kylie's smile grew more mischievous as she picked up the remote. "I have an orgasm control fetish," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She watched the realization on his face.
Timothee's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise and intrigue playing on his features. "Orgasm control?" he repeated, his voice tentative.
Kylie nodded, her grin growing wider. "I love the power of making someone squirm, begging for release, and then deciding when they get it." She stepped closer, her hand still lingering near his crotch, the heat of his body making her own desires stir. "And tonight, I want to tie you to my bed and play with you for a very...very long time... I want to explore every inch of you, tease you until you're begging for more, and then make you come so hard, you won't be able to think straight."
Timothee's eyes searched hers, trying to gauge if she was serious. The air was thick with anticipation, the tension palpable. "But what if I can't handle it?"
"The more you suffer, the hotter it makes me," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "But don't worry, you're in good hands."
Timothee swallowed hard, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding his system. He'd never explored anything quite like this before, but he knew Kylie was the perfect partner to dive into the uncharted waters of kink with. She had a way of making him feel safe, even when she was talking about tying him up and pushing his boundaries.
She sailed out of the kitchen, leaving him to follow her down the hallway to their master suite. The door clicked shut behind them, and she turned to face him, her body language playful yet commanding. "First things first, we need to set the mood."
With a seductive sway to her hips, she dropped to her knees before Timothee, her eyes never leaving his. His heart hammered in his chest as she unbuckled his belt, her fingers nimble and confident. His cock sprang free, and she took it in her hands, her touch light and teasing. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the tip, her breath hot and moist. Timothee's knees buckled slightly, but she was there, her hands guiding him to the edge of the bed.
"Get naked and lie down," she instructed, her voice a blend of sweetness and authority. He complied, his heart racing as she pulled out a set of velvety handcuffs from a drawer in the bedside table. She secured his wrists to the bed posts, one by one, her eyes locked onto his the whole time. She straddled him, she took her time to remove her clothes, revealing her perfect body inch by inch.
Timothee felt a mix of excitement and vulnerability as he lay there, naked, bound and at her mercy. He watched as she picked up a bottle of warming massage oil from the nightstand, the anticipation making his cock throb with need. Kylie drizzled the oil over her breasts, letting it run down her flat stomach and pool in her navel. She leaned over him, her breasts tantalizingly close to his face, and began to massage the oil into his chest and abs, her hands firm and confident.
Her touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. She trailed her fingers down his chest, lightly scratching him before moving further south. His cock was painfully hard already, begging for attention. She took a moment to admire him, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"So, what do you think of my new pedicure?" Kylie asked, wiggling her toes playfully in the air. Timothee's eyes followed the movement, his gaze lingering on her freshly painted size 8 feet.
Timothee licked his lips, his eyes glazed with desire. "They're... they're incredible," he managed to murmur, his voice strained. He had always had a thing for Kylie's feet, and the way she flaunted them now only served to amplify his arousal.
"Good," she said, a wicked glint in her eye. "Because tomorrow, after my workout, I expect you to worship these sweaty, beautiful feet of mine." She playfully pressed the soles of her feet to his cheeks, leaving a trail of oil as she slid them down his body, finally resting them on his thighs. Timothee's cock twitched, the thought of her sweaty, post-workout feet in his face making him even more desperate for release.
Kylie's oiled hands found their way to his shaft, stroking him with a maddening slowness. He groaned, his body taut with need. "Remember," she said, her voice a low purr, "you don't get to come until I say so." She watched as his eyes rolled back, the muscles in his neck straining.
Timothee could feel the weight of her gaze on him, her fingers moving with the precision of a maestro conducting a symphony of pleasure. The strokes grew quicker, the pressure increasing, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, she'd ease up, leaving him on the brink. Her toes danced in front of his face, a teasing reminder of the power she held over him.
"Do you want a footjob, baby?" she cooed, her voice a siren's call. She knew his weakness for her feet, and she was playing it like a fiddle. The thought of her laying on her stomach, her perfect ass in the air, stroking him with her oiled-up soles was almost too much to bear. He nodded frantically, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
With a grin that could make a saint beg for mercy, Kylie swung her leg over his body, placing one foot on either side of his head. Her toes wiggled in his face, so close that he could feel the warmth of her skin. He tried to lift his head for a taste, but the cuffs held him in place, forcing him to remain still.
"Kiss them," she teased, her voice a sweet torment, knowing he physically couldn't reach. Timothee's frustration grew, his need for her touch consuming him. His eyes followed her feet as they glided down his body, her toes tracing the path of her earlier massage, now leaving a trail of warm oil. He watched, his mouth watering, as she positioned her soles over his rock-hard cock, the arch of her foot perfectly framing it.
"Please, Kylie," he begged, his voice strained with desire. She chuckled, a sound that was both thrilling and infuriating, and began to move her feet in a slow, circular motion, her heels lightly grazing his inner thighs. The sensation was maddening, a mix of pleasure and denial that had him squirming against the soft restraints.
"You really like my toesies, don't you?" she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Timothee's gaze was glued to her feet, the pink polish on her toes standing out against her tan skin. He could see the faint sheen of oil that coated them, and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting her.
With a knowing smile, Kylie leaned down, her breasts swaying as she reached between his legs. He watched, his breath hitching, as her hand hovered over his balls. The anticipation was exquisite. And then, with a flick of her wrist, she began tickling them lightly with her long, manicured nails. Timothee's hips jerked upward, a surprised yelp escaping his lips. It was a sensation that was both foreign and incredibly arousing.
"Are you ticklish?" she asked, her voice full of amusement. He nodded, his eyes watering from the sensation. "Good to know," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She continued her assault, her nails dancing over the sensitive flesh. Timothee squirmed and bucked, trying to escape her touch, but the handcuffs held him firmly in place. His laughter turned into pleas for mercy, but she was relentless, enjoying every second of his torment.
"Please, Kylie," he begged, his voice a mix of desperation and arousal. "I can't take it anymore."
"Oh, but you can," she murmured, her voice a seductive caress. "You just don't know how good you have it yet."
Timothee gritted his teeth as she moved her nails from his balls to the base of his shaft, tracing a delicate pattern that had him gasping for air. He knew she was enjoying his predicament, the power of it all turning her on even more. "Say it," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Say you're ticklish."
The words were almost torn from his throat. "I'm ticklish," he admitted, his voice hoarse with need. The admission was like throwing fuel on a fire, her fingers becoming more insistent, her toes now curling around his cock as if eager to feel the pulse of his impending climax.
Timothee's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to manipulate him with her feet, her toes playing a tantalizing dance along the length of his shaft. Each touch was a whisper of pleasure that grew more intense with every stroke. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock, his body begging for release as she continued her sweet torment.
With a devious smile, Kylie leaned in closer, her nails grazing the sensitive ridge just behind the head of his cock. He gasped, his body jolting at the sudden sensation. "Is that too much?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Timothee's only response was a strangled moan as she continued to tickle the spot with feather-light strokes, each one sending shivers down his spine. "No... it's just... I've never felt anything like it," he managed to get out between pants.
With a wicked smile, Kylie grabbed his cock with her toes, holding it firmly at the base. She reached up with one hand, her fingers wrapping around just above where her toes were curled, effectively trapping his erection in a vice-like grip. Her palm hovered over the sensitive tip, a bead of precum already forming. She watched the desperation in his eyes as she brought her hand down, her palm flattening against his most sensitive spot.
The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before—exquisite and agonizing all at once. She began to rub in small, slow circles, the pressure building with each pass. Timothee's body was a taut bowstring, his hips rising off the bed as he tried to chase the elusive orgasm she kept just out of reach. His breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, his teeth clenched in an effort to hold back the tide of pleasure.
Kylie leaned in, her full, pink lips mere inches from his. "Look at me," she murmured. "I want to see your eyes when I make you come." Timothee forced his eyes open, the intensity of her gaze holding him captive as she worked her magic with her feet. Each stroke of her toes brought him closer and closer to the edge, the friction of her palm against the head of his cock driving him wild.
The pressure grew, a coiling tension in his balls that seemed to expand with every passing second. He could feel his orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter him into a million pieces. But no matter how much he begged, how much he writhed and pleaded, Kylie was in complete control. Her palm was a barrier, a wall that denied him the release he so desperately craved.
"Cum for me, baby," she whispered, her voice a siren's song that only added to his torment. Her toes continued to stroke his shaft, her hand a constant presence, reminding him of the power she held. Timothee's body was a canvas of need, each twitch and spasm a testament to her skill.
He tried to push his hips up, to find relief in the pressure of her hand, but she was one step ahead, keeping her grip firm, her palm flat against him. The sensation was maddening, the heat from her hand seemingly burning him through the thin layer of oil. "I can't," he groaned, the words torn from his lips.
"You can," she said, her voice a soft command. "Cum for me. I want to feel you explode beneath my feet." Her toes curled tighter around his shaft, her heels pressing into his thighs as she stroked him with more urgency. The sight of her in control, her body glistening with oil, her feet moving with a skill that seemed almost otherworldly, was too much to bear.
Timothee felt like he was being torn apart, his body a battleground of pleasure and pain. His cock was a live wire, his balls tightening with each passing second. He could see the triumph in her eyes, the satisfaction of knowing she had him right where she wanted him. "Please," he whimpered, his voice cracking with need.
Kylie leaned closer, her breath a warm caress against his ear. "Do it," she whispered, her voice a seductive demand. "I know you want to." Timothee's hips bucked, his cock straining against her grip. He could feel the muscles in his thighs quiver, his entire body poised on the precipice of release. But she didn't relent, her hand a constant, maddening presence that denied him the sweet release he craved.
"What would you be willing to do if I let you cum?" she asked, her tone a sultry challenge. Timothee's mind raced, desperate to offer anything she desired. "I'd... I'd do anything," he panted, his voice strained with need.
"Beg me to tickle you," Kylie demanded, her voice a low, seductive whisper. Timothee's eyes shot open, the words surprising him. But the promise of relief was too tempting to resist.
"Please, Kylie," he gasped, his voice a desperate whine. "Tickle torture me."
Her smile grew wider, the challenge accepted. She began to tickle his sides, her fingers moving with the speed and precision of a master torturer. Timothee squirmed and laughed, his body jolting with each touch. But she didn't stop there. Her toes continued their merciless stroking, her hand now fully engulfing his cock head and rolling around on the tip, the combination of sensations overwhelming him.
"Where's your worst spot?" she asked again, her voice a mix of playfulness and authority. Timothee's mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, his body a symphony of sensations that he couldn't begin to comprehend.
"My... my armpits," he finally managed to gasp out, his eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.
Kylie's grin grew wider, the thrill of his vulnerability adding to her own excitement. She leaned over, her breasts brushing against his chest as she brought her hand down to his side. Timothee's body jolted as her nails danced along the sensitive skin of his forearms, her touch light yet insistent. He squirmed, trying to pull away, but the handcuffs held him firm. The combination of her tickling, her bare breasts grazing his torso and the relentlessly slow reverse footjob had him writhing on the bed, his body a maelstrom of sensation.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, her voice a playful purr. Timothee's eyes snapped open, meeting hers, filled with a mix of desperation and longing. "No," he panted, his voice raw. "Please, don't stop."
With a knowing smirk, Kylie shifted her focus to his elbow pits, her nails skimming over the sensitive skin. Timothee's body convulsed, the sudden sensation making his cock pulse even more against her soles. "Does that tickle?" she teased, her fingers moving with a slight increase in pressure.
Timothee's eyes shot wide open, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he felt the tingles spread from his elbows to the rest of his body. "Y-yes," he stammered, his voice thick with need. "It tickles so much."
Kylie leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "But not as bad as your armpits, huh?" she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. Timothee's body stilled, the anticipation of her touch on his most sensitive spot almost too much to handle. "No," he breathed, his voice trembling with excitement.
Her nails began to trace a path down his biceps, the light scrape of her manicure leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The tension in the room was palpable, the only sounds being their ragged breaths and the slick sound of her feet gliding over his oiled skin. Her fingertips reached the crook of his arms, and she took her sweet time exploring the sensitive area before finally settling into the soft hollows of his armpits. Timothee's eyes rolled back, his body tensing as she began to tickle him with a gentle yet unyielding force.
The sensation was unbearable, his laughter mingling with his desperate pleas for mercy. "Kylie, please," he gasped, his abs contracting with every giggle. But she was unforgiving, her tickling growing more intense as she felt the vibrations of his laughter reverberating through his body. She watched with glee as he writhed beneath her, his cock straining against her feet, desperate for relief.
Her own arousal was building to a crescendo, the sight of Timothee's vulnerability and his helplessness beneath her a powerful aphrodisiac. Her pussy was slick with desire, her clit throbbing with every stroke of her foot on his shaft. She knew that if she were to straddle him right now, she could ride him to orgasm with ease, the power of her domination propelling her to new heights of pleasure.
But she wanted more. She craved the feeling of his desperation, the way his body responded to her every whim. With a final, lingering tickle, Kylie sat back on her haunches, her legs spread wide as she reached for the base of Timothee's cock. He was panting now, his body covered in a sheen of sweat that made his muscles glisten. The head of his cock was a deep shade of purple, the veins standing out like cords against his skin.
Straddling him once more, she lowered her dripping wet pussy onto his cock head, her clit pressing against it as she began to rock back and forth. The friction was exquisite, the feel of her soaked folds against his sensitive skin almost too much to bear. Timothee's eyes widened, his body arching off the bed as he felt the pressure build.
"You're so close," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that sent shivers down his spine. "But you're not going to come yet, baby." With a cruel twist of her hips, she ground against him, the heat and slickness of her sex taunting him with every movement. He could feel the beginnings of his climax, the coil tightening in his balls, but she wasn't done with him yet.
To be continued
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