Tabitha runs her fingers along the rope, checking the knots before glancing mischievously at the syrup. Her short shirt reveals a glinting belly ring as she leans over, admiring Shane’s exposed, fit tummy, her eyes sparkling. "Too late for you to escape, Shane. That toned tummy is going to make this so much fun for me," she teases, letting her tongue peek out as she beams at him. Shane squirms, trying to wriggle free, but every attempt only makes Tabitha giggle and tighten the knots a little more.
Tabitha lets her lips hover just above Shane’s belly button, sending shivers across his skin. She starts with soft, fluttery kisses, barely touching him, causing his giggles to grow louder. Her open lips linger, softly tracing circles around his belly button while she gently nibbles at his sides, drawing out the teasing as Shane squirms and laughs helplessly. "I hope you’re ready, because the longer I tease you, the more ticklish your punishment will be," she whispers, planting more featherlight kisses, her tongue flickering just enough to keep him guessing. She watches his face closely, delighting in his torment, and giggles along with his nervous laughter.
Tabitha peppers Shane’s belly with endless raspberries, varying the length and pressure to keep him guessing, her giggles mixing with his uncontrollable laughter. "Oh, you’re so ticklish, Shane! What are you going to do when I don’t stop?" she teases, seeing his desperate attempts to wriggle away. Shane protests, "I need to escape! This is too much!" but Tabitha only smiles sweetly, knowing he can’t handle it but loving every minute. Her soft hair tickles him even more, and she taunts him about it, using every trick to keep him laughing until he’s breathless.
Shane begs, "Please don’t lick my belly, Tabitha! Your tongue is way too gross!" but she just laughs, indulging in witty tickle talk as she swirls her tongue through the sticky chocolate. Her long, wet tongue probes every ticklish spot, droplets trickling down Shane’s sides as he squirms and giggles uncontrollably. "If you smile and giggle, I don’t care how gross you think it is," she says, watching his reactions closely and giggling along with every squeal and plea for mercy.
"Eeeewwww! Tabitha, this is so gross! Your tongue isn’t fair!" Shane complains, but Tabitha ignores him, varying her technique and using every bit of her creativity to keep the tickling going. She pretends to untie him, only to tighten the knots again, laughing at his renewed shock and dread. "What are you going to do about it, Shane? I’m not done yet!" she says, letting the syrup bead and drip before licking it off with her squiggling tongue.
"Maybe tomorrow, I’ll tickle you again. What do you think?" she asks hopefully, her eyes shining. Shane, still catching his breath, can only nod and laugh, admitting it’s probably for the best. Tabitha giggles with delight, already plotting her next playful punishment, and both know that the tickle games are far from over.
