I need… Noelle approached, bringing the tentacle within Amy’s reach. XXX There was an itch deep within her, enveloping her entire consciousness, which grew strongest when she thought of Amy. Amy snorted as the tentacle rammed in and out of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. Her little green tentacle was pistoning in and out of Amy, fucking her with graceless abandon. She moaned animalistically as she fucked Amy’s face, the sound coupling with Amy’s own murmurs of satisfaction. The fog clamped its claws on Noelle’s mind as her hips took over, bucking her tentacle into Amy’s mouth. Noelle could feel every ridge and bump of Amy’s slick cavern through the tentacle, kissing and massaging her.
