“Can I…?”
Noelle nodded dumbly, unwilling to draw her eyes from Amy’s lower lips. Noelle knocked her head on the thin carpet, dispersing some of the fog in her brain. Okxxx She stood up off the floor and easily held the vase aloft with the tentacle protruding from her uterus. She could feel it! Noelle gasped as a wave of hot pleasure rocketed through her. Amy was taking in her room, eyes raking over her furniture, posters, discarded clothes and other miscellaneous debris. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she squirmed on the floor. With a start, she remembered how orbs lost their value after too long. The tentacle got in the way occasionally, which was frustrating, but what was worse was that her ministrations weren’t easing the hot feeling.
