One of its last memories of a human was being in a lab. It barely made a sound swiftly sprinting through the woods. A potato sack with two circular eyeholes ripped. It waited patiently near the surface. She sucked and slurped grasping its member. Another wrapping around her waist. It even remembered when his arms split open into three different appendages. “Its nothing.”
She scoffed at “herself” before saying. Tearing them from her supple body. So past any sort of mental judgements she summited to it. It began to fuck her faster and faster now feeling its own pleasure rising as she came again. Another tentacle came out slapping her ass again with a loud healthy smack. Another one going back into her asshole. It used the tips of one of its tentacles to put pressure on the back of her head. Only leaving a white thong. But up ahead there was an old abandoned farm that she figured she could take refuge at. Tearing into it. She saw something laying on the ground over in the field.
