The light from her backpack illuminated a glistening wall of purple flesh and from it, twin horizontal rows of thick red tendrils thrashed excitedly in the air. This massive maggot was reared up before her with circular maw lined with flesh-rending black hooks, gaping and openly drooling for her with an alien intent. She bellowed out a scream of terror and tried to lift her weapon with shock-frozen limbs to fire at it. One of those crimson ropes of hard segmented muscle acted quicker and lashed the rifle out of her hands, snapping the weapon in asian two and leaving her defenseless. Scared stiff, Dameia could only watch helplessly as dozens of those crimson ropes of flesh lunged for her attacking her lithe figure with each one having its own objective. Even without her weapon, she battled against the strong tendrils, striking out with her arms and trying to kick her legs free from their clutches. Dameia could feel them everywhere, grabbing at her legs and waist, sliding under her shirt and into her pants and swiping over her face and lips. It was reeling her in, forcing her against its bloated mass, the putrid reek of rotting flesh filling her nostrils. The maggot began to produce disturbingly loud sucking and gurgling sounds, giving her the distinct impression that it was excited to touch her, extruding thick slime from its body with greater fervor. The foul substance was smeared all over her body until her clothes were heavy with it. More splattered her face, some getting into her mouth as she screamed and gasped for breath, carrying such a potent flavor that it made her gag and sputter with disgust. It seemed to be focused on her voluptuous figure and left her hands free to beat against its body until the palms ached and her muscles burned. Yet that didn't stop it from tearing off her backpack and stripping her coat away with violent tugs of its many limbs, exposing her to the other exploring tendrils. She was left in just her white tank top and brown cargo pants, the oral material of her top looked as though it had been glued to her busty frame by the ooze saturating it. It was clear then she wore no bra over those perky tits, her chubby pink nipples tenting the nearly transparent fabric. Her arms were bound by tentacles, and she desperately pulled at them with a panicked whimper. When she managed to slip loose, all the strength she had been using to free them suddenly became a blowjob backward momentum. She was staggering backward and her boots slipped in the slime. Dameia grunted as her round ass hit the floor, her face contorted into a wince before dropping into a wide-eyed gaze seeing the maggot looming over her. It was in that brief moment she caught a glimpse of the tall spire of red flesh jutting from the center of its body. The maggots cock was exotic with the head knobby and bloated, the widely flared crown was ringed with scaly warts. The shaft following it was a misshapen length, studded with short fleshy nodes japan and thick veins wider than her fingers Dameia's eyes went wide and she sucked in a terrified gasp when the creature’s vile desires for her became so painfully clear at that moment. With a wail of denial, its body had smothered her and she renewed her frenzied strikes on its body even as those tendrils pushed under her shirt and into the hem of her pants. The maggot was pulling apart her clothing like it was unwrapping a present, exposing the generous curves of her knockout figure that every man yearned for. The entirety of her nude figure was covered in thick slime by now, giving her exposed creamy skin a glossy sheen in the light of her discarded backpack. Her large breasts wobbled as she struggled, their nipples stiff points from the cooling goo, the way they danced had this perverted thing reaching out to them. Her arms and kept her legs tightly closed to prevent this vile creature from violating her further. There was just too much of her mountainous breasts to protect with her hands and could only watch helplessly as those dexterous limbs pushed past her arms to get at her rack. Those ropes of hard segmented muscle ground against her plush tit flesh, shocking her with electric tingles of pleasure. She whimpered watching those segmented limbs coiling up her globes to give them this achingly hard squeeze. Again and again, they crushed them like a pair of pythons, her plush flesh bulged between the crimson loops of hard muscle. With a bite of her bottom lip, she attempted to stave off the shocks of pleasure as those slender tips crudely smacked at her sensitive nipples. When those tentacles wormed between her silken inner thighs, she clenched them tight to prevent this maggot from ravishing her any further. It was a futile effort and bit by bit her quivering legs were being spread open, exposing her Hardcore pouted seam to it. The words she had so often heard spoken behind her back came roaring back into her thoughts then, that her only use on the ship was in giving pleasure to her superior. There she was in that alien monolith, trapped under a terrifying monstrosity, its limbs forcibly exploring the most intimate parts of her. Dameia sobbed while straining against the bondage of those strong tendrils, helpless as it kneaded her tits and gouged slender tips of muscle against her sensitive nipples. A tangle of red tendrils had crowded between her legs, lashing at her tender slit and playing over the wrinkles of the divot of her asshole. She was being assaulted with waves of unwanted pleasure and she screamed out against it. The kids groaned then they all left. I groaned, needing to be in her. "Did you enjoy your little look in the mirror Tina?" Both families and assorted friends crowded the place, it was partly a celebration of him getting his degree but mostly a big family reunion and massive beach blast. He pinched my nipples a few times and then took one nipple in his mouth. A momentary pause followed that sentence. “I... With that he seated his cock in the depths of my cunt. Once I came out of PVR decided to stop to asian get something to eat before heading home. And there was my brother, he was washing the antique car we had picked up. I gasped as she sucked on my clit. Haranga interrupted, punching Eric lightly on the shoulder, and whispering into the guide's ear, speaking in his native tongue. Granny Ellen's words are inaudible as our mouths are locked oral together as we fuck harder and harder. Soon I heard his mouth cry out too, he was finally enjoying himself blowjob as he shot into japan me like a horse... god the creamy white just filling up my tanks like how I've always wanted. Hardcore “They're young me. I'd be disappointed if they weren't masturbating.” I yelled, wavering in her euphoria, fighting the temptation to succumb to it, Justina, what the fuck is- “I need you in me!” Hilario moaned as I rubbed my girl-dicks spongy tip against her juicy, hot flesh.