Dirty Forbidden Confessions
Taste me.
I open eagerly, wanting it, needing to know what every part of this creature feels like. A tentacle slides between my lips, smooth and warm and tasting faintly sweet. It pulses as it pushes deeper, fucking my mouth with slow, rhythmic strokes. The taste intensifies, that sweetness flooding my senses, sliding down my throat.
Good girl. Drink. Let it spread through you. Let it show you how much pleasure your body can hold.
Whatever I'm swallowing is an aphrodisiac beyond anything human. My already overwhelming arousal doubles, triples. Suddenly every orgasm I've had feels like nothing compared to what I need. I need to be filled. Stretched. Fucked in ways no human could ever manage.
Bab Populer