tickle doctor: Adventures You Will Never Forget

Steam fogs the marble shower in tickle doctor. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at tickle doctor getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “tickle doctor” when she finishes the last letter deep inside. Soap slicks her skin; she rubs furious circles over her clit while hot water pounds her nipples. “tickle doctor, fuck, tickle doctor!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “tickle doctor” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “tickle doctor” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “tickle doctor” bliss.