Lying on the pallet table bound in copper strapping, Aimee's limbs quiver as she tries to keep still. She can feel water being sprayed on her arms and legs. This only makes her more nervous as she struggles to hold still. Then there is the tickling. The goddamn tickling. Aimee can't help it and her arm contracts, making contact with her restraint and thus completing the circuit. A grunt of displeasure escapes her gag while trying to center herself between the straps again. Her true test lies ahead as the unmistakable sound of a magicwand clicks on high. Orgasms are inevitable, it's only a question of whether or not she can keep still as they consume her body.
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