Misty lies tangled in rope, he smooth soles exposed. Without a second thought, you pounce on them, gliding your fingers up and down, finding every slither of exposed skin and tickling it raw. As her you scratch and scrape at her soles and toes, cries of laughter escape her mouth, echoing throughout the forest, waking both Dawn and May. "Please!" Misty screams, so you leave her tied down, panting. Looking back to the other girls you grin, thinking of what to do next.
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