[ Having taken the other woman's advice to heart, Maomao bites the tentacle in her mouth. Fangs sink into it before it pulls the tentacle out. Her mouth is left feeling not only violated but filled with a strange fluid that doesn't exactly taste bad but it's not exactly pleasant either.
Maomao would be lying if she said the sounds the other woman is making are turning her on a little. Or maybe it's something the tentacles are secreting? ]
N-not particularly. [ Her tone isn't convincing as it's broken up by a soft groan.
She can feel the tentacle below pressing against her panties and trying to get a grasp on them so they can be either shoved aside or ripped away. She can't help but squirm more in response. The other tentacles continue over her slender form, tearing away clothing and looking for her weaknesses. ]
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Maomao would be lying if she said the sounds the other woman is making are turning her on a little. Or maybe it's something the tentacles are secreting? ]
N-not particularly. [ Her tone isn't convincing as it's broken up by a soft groan.
She can feel the tentacle below pressing against her panties and trying to get a grasp on them so they can be either shoved aside or ripped away. She can't help but squirm more in response. The other tentacles continue over her slender form, tearing away clothing and looking for her weaknesses. ]
And you... you know this how?