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"Can you massage my feet?" I scrunched up my nose at the request and giggled.
"Ew no." A deep chuckled reverberated from out of his chest.
"Are you saying that I have stinky feet, Arabella?" He clutched me tighter as though I was bound to disappear and titled my chin up.
"Yes, the absolute worst." I tried so hard to keep my face looking impassive but failed miserably as I burst out into another fit of laughter.
Throwing me back onto the bed, he begun to tickle me up my sides, reaching my worse spot. My body went rigid when he started to attack my underarms before I fell into a hysterical laughter and begun flailing around on the bed like a jellyfish.
"Baby stop," I whined but he kept up the assault for a minute longer, before finally accepting my su
