“Well, we can’t have you dripping all over the place. As she sprinted around the corner, the tentacles became more forceful and her legs gave way to the pleasure, but a classroom door suddenly opened and a hand with black nail polish motioned for her to come inside. I’ll catch you later.”
The door closed and Lucy tried to call out to Samantha, but the only thing that left her mouth was a small sputtering of saliva as the tentacle continued to deepthroat her. Then Lucy felt someone punch her shoulder. Let’s go the bathroom.” Samantha tried to take her by the hand, but Lucy was in an orgasmic daze. “So that’s it. One drawback of being out of shape is that she started to sweat after only a couple, and with that small tendrils started to form all over her body. It’s Claire. So, what do you have, vibes in your shorts or something?”
Samantha managed to get out an, “Or something-” before losing her capacity for speech to an orgasm. Her legs were shaking, her gym shorts were soaked, and Samantha noticed. “Push-ups! The sound of heels clacking against the tile floor approached Lucy and this mysterious benefactor became visible. Ripped mesh leggings over legs that seem to go up forever. Read 20511 times |
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