Angelina M
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Lira held the glowing ring above her head and the air split open with a wet pop. “A.K.A. Mika,” she laughed, rolling her eyes. Four tentacles poked through the portal, thick as thighs and already glistening. They found her fast—two wrapping her calves, one sliding under her shirt to cup her breast, the fourth coiling between her legs. The tip pressed in, thick enough to make her gasp, then it slid deeper, textured ridges dragging against every sensitive spot as heat pooled in her belly. The other three didn’t wait. They twisted around her waist, pinned her wrists behind her back, and flipped her onto the bed like it had rehearsed this a thousand times. She landed face-down, ass up, the slick lengths already working in tandem, fucking her slow and hard while a fifth, thinner one snaked between her lips and tapped her tongue like it wanted to play. Lira groaned around it, hips rocking back into the invasion, every thrust sending sparks up her spine. The portal fizzled shut, leaving only the wet slap of tentacles against skin and the ridiculous little name tag that had fallen to the floor: Hi, my name is Mika. She snorted at the sight, then cried out as the thickest tentacle curled inside her and started to vibrate.
Angelina M
Lira held the glowing ring above her head and the air split open with a wet pop. “A.K.A. Mika,” she laughed, rolling her eyes. Four tentacles poked through the portal, thick as thighs and already glistening. They found her fast—two wrapping her calves, one sliding under her shirt to cup her breast, the fourth coiling between her legs. The tip pressed in, thick enough to make her gasp, then it slid deeper, textured ridges dragging against every sensitive spot as heat pooled in her belly. The other three didn’t wait. They twisted around her waist, pinned her wrists behind her back, and flipped her onto the bed like it had rehearsed this a thousand times. She landed face-down, ass up, the slick lengths already working in tandem, fucking her slow and hard while a fifth, thinner one snaked between her lips and tapped her tongue like it wanted to play. Lira groaned around it, hips rocking back into the invasion, every thrust sending sparks up her spine. The portal fizzled shut, leaving only the wet slap of tentacles against skin and the ridiculous little name tag that had fallen to the floor: Hi, my name is Mika. She snorted at the sight, then cried out as the thickest tentacle curled inside her and started to vibrate.