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Wendi Guff
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April 5 - April 11, 2024
it’s just an evening of fuckery.
The suction at the bottom then can attach to someone else. In the olden days, males would fight to spawn with the “best” female, often ending up in an orgy to inseminate her. Males who couldn’t get close enough would detach their kotilos, throwing them into the mass of bodies. The mating appendage would seek out the female, work to fertilize her eggs first, and then return to the male’s body.”
“Those are my suction knots.
Wear something skanky, cuz we need all that monster cock.”
They say curiosity killed that cat, but the saying is all wrong in my case. It should be curiosity stroked the cock, and not just any cock. A monster one.
Desperation fills my mind, and my fantasy takes a dark turn because all I can think about is yanking the dream girl to me and sinking us both to the bottom of the sea where I can have my fill of her.
with my mating venom flooding her bloodstream—even if it was just her finger—her need will soon cripple her body.
he places a kiss at my center before slipping one of the tentacles on his face deep inside me.
Another tentacle circles my clit, while a third explores the cleft between my cheeks.
That tentacle reaches much further than his tongue.
I can't stop thinking about his chin tentacles,
maybe it's just because I want to study his tentacle cock.
The only monster cock I want this female looking for is mine.

