C70 Falling Deeper Into You

“Tickles, tickles," Dontrell murmured, his voice dripping with mischief as he hovered over me, his weight pressing me into the bed.

"Stop!" I gasped between laughter, twisting beneath him as his fingers teased my waist and ears.

“Want me to stop?” he asked, slowing to a torturous pace.

“No,” I gasped between giggles