A little late for that. [ She grumbles between clenched teeth, head turning this way and that to avoid the tentacle trying to push itself into her mouth.
Maomao squirms some more which only seems to entice the tentacles in their exploration of her body. They grip and tear at her clothing for easier access to the flesh below. She can feel something attach to her nipples and finds herself wondering about the physiology of this creature. That thought, however, is quickly pushed aside as she feels the tentacles working their way up her legs, seeking out the aforementioned warm and wet places.
Hearing everything going on beside her makes it difficult not to look over at the other woman. Even finding herself twisting a little in the mass of tentacles' grasp to get a better look at her. ]
Are you... enjoying thi-- [ Her words are cut off by a muffled sound of surprise as the tentacle forces itself into her mouth. ]
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Maomao squirms some more which only seems to entice the tentacles in their exploration of her body. They grip and tear at her clothing for easier access to the flesh below. She can feel something attach to her nipples and finds herself wondering about the physiology of this creature. That thought, however, is quickly pushed aside as she feels the tentacles working their way up her legs, seeking out the aforementioned warm and wet places.
Hearing everything going on beside her makes it difficult not to look over at the other woman. Even finding herself twisting a little in the mass of tentacles' grasp to get a better look at her. ]
Are you... enjoying thi-- [ Her words are cut off by a muffled sound of surprise as the tentacle forces itself into her mouth. ]