Standing her next to the bed, he released his grip and placed his hands on her shoulders, sliding a finger under each of the straps of her dress and s...lipping them off. He pulled the dress down and let it fall to the floor, exposing the bare skin of her belly. He knelt and removed the dress as she stepped out of it one foot at a time. He then lifted each foot and slipped off her shoes before running his hands up the outsides of her legs, feeling the curve of her calves, thighs, hips. Still. It was Anjali. I could identify her perfume too. I wasn’t wearing underwear, so my cock was now out in the open.She started slapping my cock to get it hard. I screamed for her to stop but they did not. Sheetal got angry and opened the tape from my mouth. To make me stop screaming she started kissing me like I have never been kissed before.She bit my lips so hard that they started bleeding and she sucked on the wounds. Meanwhile, I could feel two mouths on my cock. Then suddenly they moved. No sooner had Buffy understood what was happening to her breasts thanshe felt something tubular, soft as silk but wet and slick as well, likea cunt, slide over her ever-erect penis. The plants' tentacles, shethought, were not all phallic; some were tentacles with suction cupsthat could attach themselves to their victim's nipples; others werehollow cylinders that were lined with soft, smooth, slippery tissue thatresembled the inside of Buffy's own pink-and-red pussy. The plants, itseemed, were. Her boobs made a plop against her chest as they were released from their cups. Her BFF smiled. Why was her BFF looking at her tits like that? Why did she feel stripped and vulnerable?She was now in a place she had not expected. She was sitting in her best friend’s bedroom topless. She was being ordered to do uncomfortable things by a stranger. Her BFF was staring at her with a strange look. What was that look? She was uncomfortable and excited. “Remove your panties!” She immediately.