What a sweet fuck she would make. She gasped. Her eyes narrowed with exquisite pain. She lifted her buttocks to lengthen the stroke. I knew she’d co...me now about four times, but there was no stopping her. Meanwhile, my nuts felt the size of tennis balls. They hurt like hell. I wondered when the hell it was going to be my turn to get off. I felt her opening her thighs wider and wider. Then, bringing them together, pumping and squeezing, opening and closing, she finally blew the big one and. The large tentacle repositioned itself by wrapping around my waist once and trailing up along my spine to wrap itself around my neck again.The two tentacles that had worked their way up my legs had finally reached my crotch. They each began rubbing a side of my pussy, coating them in the warming slime. My moans were becoming less soft and harder to hold back.The tentacles around my legs flexed outwards and expanded, pushing on the tight fabric of my pants. The tights tore and fell away from my. He continued to run his hands over her lower back, then on her stomach, then to the fastening on the bra she first let him under three months before, and no one else ever. The hooks came undone and his hands slid under and around to cup her breasts. His thumbs circled her nipples and brought them erect, then she drew in her breath when his fingers twisted them.The shirt and bra came off and he lay her back to caress her breasts and dart his tongue into her mouth. She put her hand up to unbutton. Her ebony hair blew in the wind, lightly caressing her face. Though she had tried to suppress her tears, they began to stream down her cocoa tinted cheeks, slowly falling to the ground. The grey blanket that wrapped around her frail shoulders did nothing at all for the cold. Her hands still shook and the only light in her eyes was the reflection of all her hard work and dreams going up in flames. ‘Angel, it’s time.’ ‘I’m coming,’ she called as she once again broke away from her thoughts. Angel.