Months of constant sexual use had broken the pair of sluts, friends who could no longer even remember their names. All they knew was the feeling of being restrained, fucked, bred, and milked, over and over and over again. Their bodies yearning for the next orgasm, the next writhing penetration.
I would pay to watch some of my friends get used like this, fucked over and over until brainless, watching small tentacle creatures get pushed out of their pusssies before giving in and joining myself.
The horror of being taken by tentacles then the delight in realising how good such capture felt. Mind being emptied to a state of complete and sweet surrender serving the tentacles with sexual energy never wanting to be released. Heavenly.
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