Strapped upright, her feet securely fastened down, Sativa displays her nervousness at what’s about to transpire—”Can you take off the mask now? It’s kind of freaky.” But her tormentor remains ominously silent as he slips off her shoes with careful, deliberate movements designed to increase her discomfiture. He drops them to the floor with a thud and slowly peels off her socks, building her anxious anticipation. Then, and only then, when he has her—and us—on the very edge of expectation, does he move in for the feet tickling. He assaults Sativa’s naked toes with a vicious finesse, reveling in her squealing and squirming. She twists and turns, but she can’t escape those wriggling fingers. Can she take it? Does she beg for mercy? View these intense tickling clips and find out!
