She was a woman, not one of those things that had tortured Prestira Rasloraca, but a being of my own disposition. Xxx I burrowed my muzzle into her widening hole, lathering her exit, feeling her anal walls fluttering and coiling with every motion of my tongue. Her nether-lips gripped the corkscrewing members as they explored her erogenous depths, the tentacular suckers running against her clit as they popped one by one inside her tightening sheath. My wish was answered when a unique tentacle undulated before me, its tip opening to reveal scores of writhing tendrils, like that of an anemone. Possession of me, for I was his, his in totality! She gasped, taken aback by the sudden invasion, but she didn’t pull away.
