Helja ate another of her orbs, and the green tentacle grew longer. “The fresher, the better,” Helja glanced sidelong at Noelle. She was naked, aside from a t-shirt, with a green tentacle poking out of her vagina, an oily-coloured vase wrapped in its grip. Noelle was swallowed in darkness, enclosed within a cocoon of slimy, slithering sex. She half howled, half groaned as the meaty thing bored into her, filling her insides to the brim with its sheer girth. Was she going to get put in tentacle prison? “I look forward to a lot, lot more…” Read 38700 times |
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