Some of the college gymnast girls are absolutely supercute.
There is just something about a cute, petite, perky little 19 year old sophomore girl in her skimpy-sweet ass-hugging short-shorts and tight top with her hair up and barefoot or in those low-cut little synthetic thin-sole socks cavorting about the gym before practice with her hot little teammates that makes me think long and hard about how these girls are probably teasing me so because they've been practicing witchcraft and that in order to restore their wholesome, virtuous nature, it is necessary that someone, and I should like to volunteer for this duty, should cinch them down good and tight and tickle all that wickedness right out of them.
Oh, yes, starting right down there at the their little toes and working my way all about their tight little twisting, trembling, quivering little bodies from tickle spot to tickle spot, driving out the devil's work and giving each girl a good, long, thorough tongue-lashing (hours and hours of it, I fear, for it should proceed without mercy 'til their deceitful little giggles and pleadings subside and they finally yield to our command that their little bodies openly yearn for climactic release and they beg that our tongues should continue their lecturing...)
It would probably require repeat treatments.
I have a list of girls who shall require it...
There is just something about a cute, petite, perky little 19 year old sophomore girl in her skimpy-sweet ass-hugging short-shorts and tight top with her hair up and barefoot or in those low-cut little synthetic thin-sole socks cavorting about the gym before practice with her hot little teammates that makes me think long and hard about how these girls are probably teasing me so because they've been practicing witchcraft and that in order to restore their wholesome, virtuous nature, it is necessary that someone, and I should like to volunteer for this duty, should cinch them down good and tight and tickle all that wickedness right out of them.
Oh, yes, starting right down there at the their little toes and working my way all about their tight little twisting, trembling, quivering little bodies from tickle spot to tickle spot, driving out the devil's work and giving each girl a good, long, thorough tongue-lashing (hours and hours of it, I fear, for it should proceed without mercy 'til their deceitful little giggles and pleadings subside and they finally yield to our command that their little bodies openly yearn for climactic release and they beg that our tongues should continue their lecturing...)
It would probably require repeat treatments.
I have a list of girls who shall require it...
