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You hear the guy’s leather gear creaking as he moves about. What the fuck is he doing now? Your body is tense, expecting another assault on some ticklish part of your body at any moment. Damn this fucking hood. If only you could see. Something touches your left sole. It scrapes slowly upwards to the base of the toes. You try to move your foot away but he grabs it and keeps it there. He tickles the sole again. Up and down, across and round. Either he has sharp nails or he’s using something pointed. Suddenly the one point changes to many – it must be his fingernails. You scream into the leather hood and writhe in ticklishness on the table. But your cock is no longer hard. He notices this. “Nope. Ok...”
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