I feared that when I got to the place, it wouldn’t be there anymore. xxx Once at the bottom of my labia, she repeated the motion in the other direction, and I could have swore my labia spread in front of her finger just like a flower starting to bloom, coating it with my juices in the process. I detected a note of amusement in her voice, and I felt so ashamed. The tentacles around my thighs released their grip, and I felt… As the tentacle grew in width, my legs were pulled further apart, while my juices not only coated the tentacle, but were forced out, dripping audibly on the table below me. This was her response:
“Dear Molly, I’m saddened to hear about your experiences with The Blue Octopus (or lack thereof) so far.
