Painful as it was, this was the closest I got to a legit massage. Cursing my sensitive breasts, I came with sixteen tentacles inside me. Free Porn Aren’t there diminishing returns on that distention gel? I’m not a sex addict like her, but I could maybe see myself ‘gelling’ with my therapist if he was more like hers, a jellyfish type with hundreds of skinny tentacles. The massage was about to start. Yes, boob holes. The fourth and largest hole is under my abdomen. I groaned. Am I going to call this nightmare creature Dad while he serves me a bowl of hot cum for breakfast? For a clinic that prides itself in finding ‘the perfect match,’ they could have started with a size comparison. They followed the light to burst out of my throat and dislocate my jaw.
