She dropped to the ground and crawled the length of the entryway on her hands and knees, pausing several times to remove her clothing. XXX He stood up, wondering what Claire was doing here so late. A single tentacle extended out and started to drag itself across the floor in the manner of string. Contact lenses gave her yellow irises with faux vertically slit pupils. Caps on her canine teeth turned them into small fangs. Her tail laid limp on the floor, then a tentacle wrapped around it several times and continued up around her stuffed crotch to her clit. CHAPTER 12: CAT
Gruthsorik had just settled into his bunk for the night when he heard the Containment Room door open. “Why my dear Dr. Thompson, are you drunk?” Gruthsorik teased. Then she pulled her boots off and peeled her pants off, confirming that she wasn’t wearing
