by Kuragari » Thu Nov 12, 2015 7:19 am
Pushing past your lips, the tendril stuffed your mouth, wriggling about happily as it secreted more of the sap, which made any thoughts of not doing everything you could to enjoy yourself flee from your mind, assuming any had been left. Two tentacles move to tease your lower holes, one applying gently pressure and lubing up your back door while the other rubbing and ground its long length against your puss and clit.