Just… Mom xxx After all, ‘the more, the merrier’.”
Noelle sat back into her seat, her mind absorbing this new information. The tentacle’s pounding caused a chain reaction, the blissful feelings of the first orgasm retaining momentum and rolling right into a second. What was she thinking? A single lone tentacle, grey and smooth, with a slightly moist sheen and a rounded head, wobbling in the middle of her room. I’ll give it a-”
The nausea returned, heat flaring in her stomach. It didn’t feel any heavier. She shrank back against the door as the grey length closed the distance. The tip slipped from her face and travelled down her neck, past her clavicle and between her breasts, where it got stuck on her her lone fastened shirt button. What was she thinking? No postal service moved that quickly.
