Iris Darling is on the massage table wearing her tight red dress and is unbound except for her ankles. There I tickle her on her hips, inner thighs, knees, ribs, and belly as she thrashes about in howls of laughter broken by intermittent snorting. I can feel her navel piercing beneath the thin fabric as I poke and prod her tight tummy through her clothing.

Iris Darling is on the massage table wearing her tight red dress and is unbound except for her ankles. There I tickle her on her hips, inner thighs, knees, ribs, and belly as she thrashes about in howls of laughter broken by intermittent snorting. I can feel her navel piercing beneath the thin fabric as I poke and prod her tight tummy through her clothing.