


before she could even think to try and escape, the tentacle reached beneath her blouse, shredding the shirt with ease. Poptart squealed, the strange appendage was cool against her nipples. as she wriggled, the tentacle wrapped itself around her tits, squeezing them harder until she cried out. (omg okay writing this is cracking me up, I actually do write a lot of erotica, but never like...about myself...I mean I guess sometimes it's about myself but not super derpy and goofy like this and I cannot stop laughing someone should stop me hahaha)