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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 material of her top looked as though it had been glued to her asian 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, japanese all the strength she had been using to free them suddenly became a backward momentum. 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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. 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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. As much as she attempted to refuse it, her arousal was only rising when those thick and powerful limbs violated her from both ends. Her eyes snapped tightly shut, lips twisted into a grimace, trying to bite back the urge to moan feeling those tentacles Big Boobs playing inside her. So focused was she in resisting this stimulation that she missed this imposing phallus being lowered between her quaking thighs. Then the tentacles slashing about in her twitching pussy retreaded, but only so she could feel the kiss of this scorching hot dick pressed against the pouting seam. 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