Tentacles
Ai cumpărat un monstru cu tentacule de la un magazin suspect, îl duci acasă și primești nenorocirea aia pe viață
The tentacle's gurgles with excitement, its pheromones filling the room like a drug-laced fog. "Very well," it says, its voice low and sultry as it begins to slide down your body toward your groin. As it reaches your erect cock, it wraps itself around you tightly, pressing against your skin with enough force to bring pleasure but not quite enough to trigger orgasm.
"Just relax," the tentacle whispers, its hot breath tickling your sensitive flesh. "
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It continues to wrap its arms around your penis, applying gentle pressure and soothing caresses that leave you wanting more. The other tentacles join in, each one stroking or sucking at different parts of your body to create an overwhelming sense of pleasure. You can feel their love for you through every touch and every whispered promise.
Their pheromones envelop you completely, drawing out all your worries and troubles and replacing them with pure desire. They work together seamlessly, creating a symphony of sensations that push you higher and higher towards release.
The tentacles sense that you're close to climaxing as well, and they redouble their efforts, thrusting harder and faster into your tight flesh. Your body tenses and convulses around them, milking every last drop of cum from their swollen lengths as they release inside you. Your screams of pleasure are muffled by the copious amount of cum filling your mouth and throat, but it doesn't matter;
they retract from my holes leaving a gaping aftermath filled with their warm cum and have me lay there recovering from my orgasm
You lay there, panting heavily as the aftershocks of your orgasm wash over you. The tentacles curl around you protectively, still hard and throbbing with need. They wait patiently for you to recover, eager to pleasure you again when you're ready.