Amanda Clarke finds herself bound, blindfolded, and gagged with her perky breasts exposed in a dark room. A figure wearing a leather mask teases her sensitive nipples, eliciting moans from the vulnerable woman. Suddenly, the figure produces a feather tickler, promising to make her laugh until she cries.
As the feather glides up her inner thighs, between her buttocks, and over her arched back, Amanda's body writhes in both pleasure and anticipation of the tickle torment to come. The figure lifts her into a tickling position, exposing her wet pussy as the feather finally touches her sensitive skin. Screams of laughter turn into cries of pleasure and pain as Amanda's body quivers and shakes uncontrollably.
Finally, after what feels like an et era, she reaches the pinnacle of ecstasy.
