Jeanneth—the tickler of this store—was not satisfied enough with tormenting the delicate and fragile Yomi with tickling from her little feet to her neck; now she has started to give her licks and bites... The rules of engagement only concern tickling, but obviously every technique is allowed. Yomi's incessant pleas gradually transform: at first determined and mixed with laughter, now more stifled, contained, and... moaned...
Is it because she lacks strength? Or is Jeanneth's particular technique of mixing tongue strokes and soft bites causing something more, in addition to tickling, to poor innocent Yomi?
Tickled from neck to inner thigh and from ass to toes, both in a face-up and face-down manner.
With a written promise of no physical harm and no nudity during recording, Yomi has begun to embark on her journey to hell.