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Zastrozzi
Thats better, she said, feeling somewhat smug that she maintained some level of control even though the great beast had her more or less at its mercy. The feeling lasted about three seconds, which was the length of time it took for the tentacles to bind her back up in an unflattering position. Purple limbs encircled her at ever major joint; Wrists, elbows, shoulders, knees, and ankles. They pulled upwards and together, her knees almost resting against the pale swell of her breasts. Her ass hung down, sex opened for all to see. Abby felt a sudden rush of embarrassment and quickly looked around to see if Rob was still hanging out. Much to her relief, the horse-faced manager was no where to be seen. She looked down at herself, taking stock of her current situation. Between the generous swell of her tits, she could just make out the well-pruned triangle of black hair, currently matted down with juices that, she had to admit, were probably as much hers as the great old ones. A single tentacle wavered not five inches from her womanhood, now showing delicate veining in black against the violet flesh. From this angle, she could see a very familiar vertical slit on the very tip. Brads words drifted back to her, a new awareness lending a different flavor to them.
With agonizing slowness, the tendril parted her swollen lips and made its way inside her. She tried to swing her hips forward to force it deeper, but she had no leverage, dangling as she was from a cluster of rippling alien sex organs. So much for control, she thought to herself. She watched as inch after inch of Tochocious organ disappeared inside her. Then a ripple of muscle pressed itself against her g-spot, and the image was lost on a tidal swell of pleasure.
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