The view tits was black as pitch all around with only the lights of their downed ship in the far distance. Dameia pulled out her radio and urgently spoke into it, fearing there was a murderous survivor of whatever battle had strewn the planet with wrecked starships now lurking in the pyramid. Yet there was no response, no matter how many times she attempted to hail the ship. Her calls became more and more desperate as they were only met with static. She even resorted to trying to hail the others in the alien structure to try and warn them, but those too either went ignored or failed to reach deep enough into the pyramid. At the end of her tether, in a single moment of blind frustration, she pitched the radio off the edge and watched as it vanished into the blackness below. There were only two options she could see, return to the ship where there was some measure of safety, or go back inside and watch the backs of the people that hated her so much. Her face hardened and she took in a deep breath to steady her nerves, before turning and walking back inside with rifle in hand. This place had already been unsettling to walk through when Dameia thought it was abandoned. Knowing there could be a murderous alien or maybe a crazed survivor lurking in the unpredictably laid-out hallways made every step a monumental challenge. Yet she continued taking those steps even as her heart pummeled in her chest. At every corner, she leveled her laser rifle at the opening and shone the shoulder mounted lights of her backpack down the corridor. After a while of looking over her shoulder all the time and coming up with nothing the stress of being on such high alert rapidly took its toll. She stole a moment to sigh and catch her breath, letting the weapon hang by the handle with the muzzle nearly touching the floor as it swayed in her loose grip. It was in that moment she had perceived a presence behind her, the hairs sprung up along the nape of her neck. She reacted on pure impulse and turned around to face this unknown threat, her eyes bulging in horror at what she saw. 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 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 asian 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 big 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 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 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 and thick veins wider than her fingers Dameia's eyes went wide and she japan sucked in a terrified gasp when the creature’s vile desires for her teen became so painfully clear at that moment. They had expected to find Elena strapped to the bed, at the least, but both women were sitting at Alexandra’s computer desk. Arleen replied. Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. Dad was home. Dominion slapped her ass hard enough to leave a welt. So he helped me douche myself. That ancient succubus heritage unfurled itself like a debauched late-blooming flower. As time passed mom's patience broke and she turned her back towards Atool and rubbed her buttucks in his crutch and now he loosened her Naada tits and inserted his both hands inside her panties one from behind and other from front side to grope her both holes. He had been in the habit of jerking off anywhere from 3 to 6 times a day, but with his Aunt Suzy being there teen all day long, he was afraid of getting caught. Both girls starred at the gun that Larry pointed at them and feeling a little japan scared. And Jan thought to herself, Oh fuck! “But aren’t I?” I checked with Anthony Michaels about Aimee the following morning and I was pleased to hear that he had arranged for counseling. Her tail scrunched in annoyance and she looked off into the distance so as not to meet my gaze. She had a thing for her professors. Feeling her ass big now covered with his thick cum. The Shadow asian reacts swiftly grabbing my chest and pressing it down. She got existed and dropped all her skirts and thongs. He dragged his tongue across them, breathed deep of the scent of spit-wet flesh. We both clocked out and we both separately walked to the teachers’ washroom. Cindy moved her lips slowly down my body. Fred put the limo inside the garage, and everyone got out of it. I dropped to my knees and took off his boxers. For a moment I stood staring at her, I couldn’t move and I certainly couldn’t speak. She asked Mommy can I go with Kitty and Suri to feed Annie, I would like to talk to her, please?