Felicia struggles and squirms about, opening her mouth to let out a cry for help. —
She groans and rubs her temples as she lay her eyes on the still-cluttered apartment. Indian sex An hour has passed. Her own pussy drips and leaks sloppily onto the floor; the pair of lips working at those swollen lips savoring the sweet, sweet girl-cum. An hour has passed. “You’ve been practicing, haven’t you?”
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“Mother of God, wha-”
The double can’t finish her sentence; a thick, red appendage thrusts past her lips and into her mouth forcefully. In a puff of white smoke, a miniature, pink ribbed dildo (that was the size of a toothpick) appears to her side. —
Stepping out of the shop, Felicia giggles as she flashes Liz a sly wink before the door closes behind her. This newborn tentacle creature was implanted into the double’s pussy, permanently converting her into an alien-hybrid. “I’m cumming~” Felicia coos, her face still buried in between Liz’s legs. You have so much more work to do,
