YOU WANTED TO LAUGH - NOW YOU’RE SCREAMING! (FHD)
Lia was that neighbor - impossible to ignore. Her contagious laughter seeped through the walls, destroying any chance of rest. Fiddler had been patient for a long time, but night after night, her laughter came back - sharp, mocking, almost as if it was aimed directly at him. When he asked her to keep it down one more time, Lia just smirked. She had no intention of changing. If she wanted to laugh, she would laugh.
One quick movement, and everything slipped out of Lia's control. Her sassy remarks cut off mid-sentence as she was pressed down against the couch, her confidence cracking for the first time. She was still laughing - out of habit, defiantly. But now there was tension in it. The first touch made her flinch. Fingers trailed slowly along her sides, deliberate and unhurried, as if he was studying her reactions.
Laughter burst out of her without warning, higher and louder than she expected. Lia squirmed, trying to break free, but every movement only made it worse. Fiddler didn't rush. He knew exactly where to touch. He knew how to make her lose control. Her laughter turned ragged and breathless, almost helpless. She gasped between breaths, begging through giggles, but he only smirked. This was no longer the noisy neighbor. This was a trembling, laughing bundle of nerves, completely at the mercy of his hands.
He changed the pace - light, unpredictable touches that kept her on edge, followed by confident movements that made her squeal and writhe. Lia blushed, moaned through her laughter, her sass melting away. Each new fit of laughter hit harder than the last. She wasn't laughing because she wanted to. She was laughing because she couldn't stop. And Fiddler enjoyed every second - every gasp, every broken giggle, every moment of her complete surrender.
This was her lesson. And it wasn't over yet.
