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“This weapon of yours is coated in something delicious.” I freeze. And blink over and over to see through the dark. My pink toy hovers close to where the monster’s mouth should be and my breath slows enough for me to hear the sounds of obscene slurping. He’s licking my toy.
“Your face is contorting.” He wipes my eyes. One of his tentacles swats at my opening. “There is now moisture in your nostrils.” “Yes,” I say through hiccuping breaths. “That’s what happens when a person gets overloaded.” “Hmm…. I will remember to limit the strikes on your clitoris to three.”
The tentacles become more slippery, turning the tickling sensation into something a lot more arousing. The next time he moves them between my toes, it sends pleasure shooting up my legs and gathering in my pussy.
As I rub the peculiar growth, it splits into dozens of tiny tendrils. “Oh.” I snatch my hand away. “What is that?” He strokes my arm with the threadlike projections, sending a tingle down my spine. “All the better for stroking your cervix and exploring the parts of your little pussy that no human penis can reach.”
But the sofa, armchairs, and coffee table are missing. "Where's the furniture?" I ask. My mate chuckles. "It's been moved out of the way - to make room for what's about to happen." "No bed?" I ask. His only response is to grab a huge rubber sheet from the other side of the room and spread it across the floor. It's four times larger than our bed and thicker than a rug. "Are things really going to get so wet..."

