She stepped closer and let the tentacles start to caress her body. “Please? Indian sex Enoff is the one that rescued you?” a reporter asked. “Jack, get in!” he said. Dammit, how can I make you understand?” Dong crawled up the mountain overlooking the development and took shelter behind the “H” of the dilapidated old sign that once advertised it. “No! Are you alright? Anne grabbed for two of the tentacles, pulling them towards her. Dong roared again and the chains holding him began to show their strain. Jack and Anne sat in the car within a garage they’d found open and empty. She shrieked as she fell through the air, thankfully landing in one of her neighbor’s pools. Anne groaned as the tentacles rubbed against her tits, pussy, and asshole. Anne removed her bra with a flourish, and they applauded louder and cheered. She wailed and struggled as the tentacles reached for her body. “He’s taking her that way, towards the old Hollywood sign up in the
