CUPID Babes - Luna Vera & Summer Raez - BELLY & RIB tickle HIDEF MOV
As the clock struck midnight, Luna Vera was nowhere to be found at the entrance of Total Tickling Studio. Her fellow cupid, Summer Raez, sighed heavily, her wings fluttering in annoyance. She knew they had to cover for Luna yet again. With a huff, she dragged the tardy cupid into the dimly lit room, her eyes searing with anger.
"I can't believe you're late again, Luna," Summer scolded, tying the smaller girl securely to the tickle chair. "You have some explaining to do."
Luna's emerald eyes shone with amusement, even as she squirmed under Summer's grip. "Come on, Summer," she giggled. "You know Catherine's the best tickler here. You're just not doing it right."
Summer's face flushed with rage at Luna's taunt. She stomped over to the table, her resolve hardening. Grabbing a feather duster, she aimed it at Luna's exposed stomach. The ticklish girl let out a high-pitched squeal, her body jerking with laughter.
"See?" Luna cackled, the tickles only making her laugh harder. "That's what I'm talking about!"
Summer gritted her teeth, determined to make Luna pay for her insolence. She retrieved a tickle feather from the table, brandishing it menacingly. "How about this, then?" she growled, aiming for Luna's belly button.
Luna's giggles turned into full-blown belly laughs as the feather tickled her sensitive skin. "Oh, Summer," she wheezed between guffaws. "That's cute, but it's not even close to what Catherine does."
Infuriated, Summer grabbed another tickle feather and began tickling Luna's ribs. The smaller girl squirmed and squealed, trying to escape the relentless tickles. But it was no use; Summer was determined to teach Luna a lesson.
Just as Summer was about to give Luna a taste of her own medicine, the door to the studio swung open. In walked their boss, Catherine, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"Hello, girls," she purred, eyeing them both up and down. "What do we have here?"
Summer's heart skipped a beat at the sight of their fearless leader. She couldn't help but tremble with excitement.
"Luna's late again," she muttered, looking away.
Catherine chuckled softly, walking over to the tickle chair. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as she ran her fingers along Luna's exposed skin.
"Well, then," she purred, picking up a tickle feather. "It looks like it's time for a demonstration."
Luna's eyes widened in terror as she felt Catherine's feather skim across her skin. The tickles were unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She tried to wriggle free, but it was no use.
As she laughed uncontrollably under Catherine's tickle assault, Summer watched in awe. She couldn't believe how powerful Catherine's tickles were. Maybe Luna was right; maybe Catherine was the best tickler after all.
By the end of the demonstration, both girls were panting heavily, their bodies covered in goosebumps. Catherine stepped back, admiring her handiwork.
"Now, do you understand what I mean, Summer?" she asked, grinning.
Summer nodded, her heart still racing. "Yes, ma'am," she whispered, feeling a newfound respect for their fearless leader.
And so, under the watchful eye of Catherine, the cupid babes of Total Tickling Studio learned a valuable lesson: never underestimate the power of tickling.
