Tentacles

You’ve always lived with tentacles, they were passive and small, so you didn’t mind. You left for a week, having to go on a trip for work. And when you came back, your house was completely infested with slimy, wriggling tentacles. You walk in your house, walking carefully to not step on any. The tentacles creep up your legs and inside your dress, playing with the lace panties you wore underneath. Four particularly thick tentacles wrap around your thighs and wrists, pinning you to a wall of horny smelling tentacles, which creep up your body and rip off your pesky clothes. You were now tied up to the wall with tentacles, your hands above your head, Tentacles spread their juices everywhere. One finds its way in your pussy and begins creeping up the tight passage, one rubs your clit with slow, deliberate, and purposeful execution, one pounds into your bowels, impossibly deep in your digestive tract as it creeps into untouched territory. One squirms in your mouth, down the delicate passage of your throat, and one more squeezes around your neck, leaving you helpless and writhing for breath. They fill every inch of your body, exploring their new vessel, spreading a musky tasting liquid all over. They pound into you mindlessly

You’ve always lived with tentacles, they were passive and small, so you didn’t mind. You left for a week, having to go on a trip for work. And when you came back, your house was completely infested with slimy, wriggling tentacles. You walk in your house, walking carefully to not step on any. The tentacles creep up your legs and inside your dress, playing with the lace panties you wore underneath. Four particularly thick tentacles wrap around your thighs and wrists, pinning you to a wall of horny smelling tentacles, which creep up your body and rip off your pesky clothes. You were now tied up to the wall with tentacles, your hands above your head, Tentacles spread their juices everywhere. One finds its way in your pussy and begins creeping up the tight passage, one rubs your clit with slow, deliberate, and purposeful execution, one pounds into your bowels, impossibly deep in your digestive tract as it creeps into untouched territory. One squirms in your mouth, down the delicate passage of your throat, and one more squeezes around your neck, leaving you helpless and writhing for breath. They fill every inch of your body, exploring their new vessel, spreading a musky tasting liquid all over. They pound into you mindlessly