So many sensations rippled through my body: my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha’s breasts, the others reaming our holes, the burning delight radiating out of my bowels as I buggered myself, the sweet touch of her lips. Her mouth opened into a wide O. XXX I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and feel her around me. “Oh, yes, yes, bugger yourself,” she hissed, trembling, her hips humping. Nipples hard. Like from another planet?”
I nodded my head. It’s cursed. Yes, I agreed. “Ooh, yes, I like that.”
Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my pussy lips. It is considered quite rude to my people. But I had to ask her. Our arms held each other. Hot, wet, silky, delicious flesh engulfed my tentacle. I love it, Etta. And her hands… Oh, I get that wonderful thrill of taking her virginity, too. Her fingers brushed my clitoris.
