The tongue’s edge curled around, raising up like a snake before plunging onto her navel. She visually saw three ordinary men dressed in ragtag combat clothes with bandoleers stocked with ammo, grenades and the like. Porn “I don’t want to move anywhere,” she muttered unintelligibly, Lana was ignorant to the slight dripping that had begun around her body, that came directly above her. Please read at your own caution!* And now, enjoy-
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“Lana!” A masculine voice called out in the worn down, aging control center belonging to a middle aged, gray bearded and balding man with a more presentable attire of old war veteran. Lana knew from her time in enviro-combat simulations that the plant was going to use the tongue/rope as a tether before hauling her up, towards its mouth.
