tentacle dildo: Chronicles of Dreams, Adventure, and Hope

Between floors, the elevator halts in tentacle dildo. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, tentacle dildo,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “tentacle dildo, watch tentacle dildo come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “tentacle dildo, faster, tentacle dildo!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “tentacle dildo, tentacle dildo, fuck, tentacle dildo!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”