Tickle Takedown The New Girl

Skylar thinks she’s taking me down. She’s dead wrong. I pin her to the mat and attack the soles of her feet, fingers digging in until her laughter turns sharp. She twists and bucks, but I’ve got her trapped. My grip never slips. Her skin flushes pink, her chest heaving under my weight as I drop lower, straddling her with all my strength. She’s mine now—my toy, my prize. Every squirm makes me press harder. The room fills with her breathless pleas, and I keep going. Harder. Meaner. Her laughter breaks into gasps. I lean in close, savoring the way her body fights and fails beneath me.