Each of them were very fit, all sporting tight, toned stomachs, muscular legs, and firm asses, clearly the results of their active, survivalist lifestyle, The three women had chest of varying sizes, ranging from pert little peaks on one, tender, jiggling mounds on another, and heavy, swaying tits on the last, which bounced as the women lunged forward onto the back of the slug, burying their limbs in the writhing tentacle flesh as they clamored to get at the fountaining cocks on its back. Before anyone had a chance to do anything rash, Steven suddenly spoke up. “Do you see anything?” Steven whispered, trying to look in the window past A’luhr and Sarah. “And where’d you find these? Surely, they aren’t suggesting killing the humans captured by the Krinis in order to, what, immobilize them?”
“Most likely…” Adam sighed, shaking his head. “We could just blast all these fuckers away if it weren’t for them morphing to protect their cores,” the woman next to the leader growled. Women whimpered and panted as their hard nipples, plush tits, and swollen clits were worked over by the turgid fingertips that buzzed
