Edward's game

Annabelle liked the way Edward stared at her breasts. The girl's breasts were large and firm. Her nipples were big too. The fresh air and Edward's fingers made them straighten up. The girl groaned as her hands returned to her bare chest and began to manipulate her. He caressed her big boobs and paid special attention to her nipples. His fingers circled around the areola and teased the nipple, Edward turning it like the volume on a radio. It was ticklish and uncomfortable, Annabelle felt goosebumps running through her tense body, the girl cringed in her shackles from ticklish irritation. "Darling are you ticklish??))" Edward watched her reaction with great interest.

This question causes the girl's eyes to flash with fear, but she immediately hides it. Annabelle swallows dryly, a trickle of cold sweat dripping from her forehead. 

 *He knows that I am very ticklish... He plays with me.. It's not a coincidence!!! He's going to start tickling my nipples now(((... I shouldn't react!!!* - thought the girl. 

"No, I mean not ticklish... It's a bit annoying.." mind of sensations.Edward begins to slowly run his fingertips over her silky, elegant, sensitive nipples.He does not even move his fingers, but just gently slides.Annabelle closes her eyes and focuses on her breathing. After 10 seconds, she begins to tighten her lips, trying to suppress a growing smile. She didn't like the fact that her hands were completely cuffed behind her back in a strict "reverse prayer" and couldn't protect her hypersensitive nipples and globes. But apparently Edward was playing some new game. Perhaps he should play along After 30 seconds, her exhalation begins to turn into short, quick breaths that look like a giggle, she tries to stop it but fails, barely holding her body back from squirming.

After 40 seconds, Annabelle takes a deep breath with a big smile on her lips. After 50 seconds, a light chuckle begins to fly from her lips. She can't help herself. Laughter seethes inside her like water in a kettle. Unable to avoid the ticklish sensation, Annabelle bursts into laughter, letting out a screech of ticklish agony followed by a series of clucks.

"HOORAY! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Edward watches in glee as the girl's legs begin to convulse in total protest against the maddening sensation. Teasing her nipples causes Annabelle to have the most explosive reaction. The girl tries to curl up into a ball, and laughs hysterically, shaking her head left and right. She has no control over what happens to her.

"BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HAAAAA-HAAAAA-HAAAAA-HAAAAA-HAAAAA! NOT THAT!"

Annabelle howls, writhing and writhing uncontrollably. A broad, strained smile dominates her face, from which uncontrollable clucking pours incessantly. Tears of laughter run down her cheeks. Annabelle is going crazy! She laughs out loud, shakes her head wildly and constantly does "abs twists" in a futile but inevitable attempt to break free from the strict steel restrictions. Suddenly, the ceiling speaker signals the end of the "reverse prayer" training, Edward immediately stops tickling the girl. Annabelle relaxes her muscles in relief, panting and giggling, feeling slightly dizzy. She had never been tickled before until she could run away. Never. She knew it would be torture, but it turned out to be even worse than she imagined.

"Sorry dear, we'll play with you later))). Your first practice of reverse prayer is over)) I congratulate you!!!"