I felt Sarah’s shift in weight, pausing by the microwave, barely able to stand. This felt too good, a kind of pleasure without words, but Sarah wasn’t ready.
“Hold it together Babe,” She muttered, “let's save it. We will do some research tonight, go to work tomorrow, and tomorrow night, tomorrow we can...”
I strained beneath her, my hunger growing. I twisted my tentacle inwewards, trying to draw leaking juices back in. Without anywhere to go the liquids slipped back out, the motion of the tentacle rubbing against the walls of her vagina, making her legs weak. She stumbled over to the sofa, propping herself up some more, struggling for control over her erratic breathing, trying to subdue me. But then I did it again.
“Horny.”
The word took all my effort to push up to her, carrying with it several plans, none of them hers, all involving testing me out. The thought of it, of taking one of her cocks, one of those big fake cocks she never used, the ones she had bought as a joke, made us both weak, overcome by an overpowering instinct. I could feel her excitement, shaking, overcome by it, her breath heavy, her heart racing. She wanted it. WE both knew she wanted it.