Czech Soles - Barefoot tickling game

DESCRIPTION: It started as a stealth mission: Jack sneaking up on Bety with a feather, grazing her bare soles while she pretended not to notice. A few successful swipes—"Was that a fly?!" she’d lie, giggling—but when he dragged it between her toes, the jig was up. "AH! You’re dead!" she squealed, kicking. Jack, emboldened, upgraded his arsenal: a makeup brush (her arches twitched), a toothbrush (hell for her pinky toes), and finally—an ice cube that made her scream-snort surrender. "FINE! You win!" Bety gasped, flushed and breathless. "But now... you owe my poor feet an apology." Cue Jack worshipping every tickle-sensitive inch, from her scrunched-up toes to the spots that still made her squirm.