When I pass my other hand between my slimy hand and my cunt, I only touch stringy goo, no branched mouth tubes.I’m imagining things…
“The worm is gone,” I whisper so quietly it’s barely audible to me. I need to find a stick or something to pry this tail away! Unlike last night, I find it right away, stroking it with a slower come-here motion than what I do G-spot to get a feel for its shape and length. And as I’m carrying it away, the sticky tentacles and tendrils pull at my skin like gorilla tape, and they don’t detach. Anton emerges from the foliage followed by Derek who runs at me with my backpack in hand. It’s like the creature’s tail has formed a taut, fleshy mesh that’s somehow clung to my vaginal walls and sealed me up. My wet pants and shorts are balled up beside me. He’s made a fortune from YouTube ad revenue, and he’s made tons of connections who can help him find ways into restricted regions like this.
