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JB Iceman Tickled Once Again

JB Iceman strides back into the studio, every inch the icy-cool legend—until your fingers find his ribs. The second your nails dig into his abs, the façade cracks. His signature grin twists into a gasp, laughter erupting like a defrosted avalanche. “You’re worse than I remember,” he wheezes, but his eyes gleam with the thrill of the hunt.

You don’t waste time—belly first, then those flawless, arching feet. His soles hit your lap, and the moment your knuckles press into his arches, he’s gone. “Oh god, that’s—” He chokes on a shriek, toes clawing at the air as you map every ridge with ruthless precision. But the tools? That’s where he loses it. Featherlight brushes, rubber nubs, the buzz of a vibrating wand—JB’s icy composure melts into a puddle of squeals and twitching limbs.

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