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The maroon tendrils creep up your leg, wrapping around your calves like a snake. Soon, the one on your right leg reaches your panties. It pokes at your lips playfully, teasing you, knowing full well you can't get away. You feel the gentle thumping of the fleshy member hit you through your panties.

"Thump. Thump. Thump."

Then, the tentacle shoots upwards and pokes itself through the right leg hole of your underwear. You feel it's warm, slippery skin against your own as it emerges from the waist-hole of the panties, wrapping around them and obtaining a firm hold of them.

You know what comes next. You try and kick your leg to remove yourself from it's grasp, but it's no use. The tentacle pulls downwards, and your panties come with it, exposing the tender, juicy prize between your legs. With all your might, you try and close your legs together, and for a brief moment, you're successful. Seconds later though, the strength of the tentacles overcomes you, and your legs return to their splayed, inviting position. The right-leg tentacle flicks your panties off into a corner of the room and returns to the scene of the crime with full ****.

"Schlllick!"

No warning at all. No foreplay, no easing it in. It doesn't even hit you for the first few seconds, but then as it starts to move, you realize just what's happened.

"No..." You cry. "Noooooooooooo! No! No..."

The tentacle has entered your body. It squirms and wriggles about in your vagina like some kind of rubbery, sticky corkscrew, going deeper and deeper with every passing second. It feels good. Crazy good. It's as if your lower organs were devouring the world's most succulent treat on earth. Every tentacle was like a long, enjoyable finger inside you, stimulating all kinds of nerves and pleasuring you in ways you never could have ever imagined as a man.

You don't know what to feel. You don't know how to feel. Is this even sex? Should you be happy right now?