
El coche que hace cosquillas
She thought the back seat would be the perfect place to relax after a night out. Then two mischievous hands appeared from the front seats, each armed with a feather—and both aimed straight at her bare feet.
Trapped between the seats with nowhere to hide her soles, she bursts into laughter as the feathers glide from her heels to her toes. Every time she pulls away, the ticklers find another sensitive spot. The car fills with helpless giggles, playful teasing, and one very ticklish passenger who may never look at a ride home the same way again.
