When Valentino lay on the table, he pulled away his thighs with unbreakable ropes. His consciousness was blurred, his eyes were blurred, and his head was chaotic as if he had inhaled too many drugs. When breathing, he needed to open his mouth and spit out his tongue to absorb air smoothly. His chest fluctuated violently as if he did not support the entire ribs up the fragile lung lobe and was crushed by the weight of his chest. The pair of arms connected to his shoulders were pulled over the top of his head and tightly tied to the kitchen knife on the side of the table. The kitchen knife was inserted into the table. The sharp blade pierced the wooden table, and the metal bound to the moth was connected to the blade. The appendages between his waist was tightly pressed behind his waist. The weight of his body was pressed
The tentacle-born creature sitting on his lower abdomen penetrated the black conical teeth deep into the skin between his lower abdomen, and the black thick liquid flowing under this teeth penetrated into his skin and body, like blood vessels all over his lower abdomen until it fell into the hairy and short pubic hair. At first, the beating of the black lines followed the rhythm of his heartbeat.
The resuscitation of Valentino's abdominal creature was not synchronized with the return of his consciousness. When Val woke up, the creature had parasitic on his body and plung teeth into his body. The squirming tentacles penetrated deep into his vagina, and the heavy colloidal tentacles covered his body. His slightly bulging abdomen all the way down. The undulating cold tentacles beat on his labia and the clitoris like a colloidal duct that kept transporting mucus. The remaining coiling tentacles were tightly attached to his waist. The teeth spinning on the inner side of the suction cup cut off the skin and meat at the waist and sucked out his rosy blood, overflowing one after another with the rhythm of the heartbeat.
When he tried to stretch his body on the table, the tentacles stuffed in his vagina began to squirm. The soft tentacles stretched through his hot and sensitive inner wall and continued to penetrate. It was not until the round tentacle touched his cervix that he suddenly woke up. This sober almost made his mind and body painful. His body suddenly bounced up on the table and then fell heavily, making the arms and wings behind him painful. His fingertips, which had been crushed to almost unconscious, showed a dark to dark red, as if the blood vessels inside had been glued, and the blood had solidified and turned blackened in a long period of faintance, which was simply different from Valentino's beautiful claws with golden cigarette guns. The blood marks caught by unconsciously scratching his bare back had long turned into semi-healing
The vulva sucked to numbly began to twitch under the twitch of the roots of Valentino's legs. The mucus left behind by the tentacles was glued to his large and small labia, shiny and exuding a fishy smell of water, mixed with the lewd liquid overflowing from the filled vagina to the back acupuncture point. The insertion of a large number of tentacles made Varna's already round and plumpated again, and it was heavily decorated almost bulged between his legs, and the small shadows supported by ligaments in his inner thighs finally coincided around his sexual organs.
The periphery of the raised clitoris is almost transparent. When the body moves, the light in front of the table seems to be a metal sharp object directly piercing into this swollen little thing. It is dazzling and beautiful. There seem to be very fine blood vessels in the red wrapped in the dark purple periphery to beat with his breathing. At this moment, there is only one small round hole in the labia that has been worn through the ring. At this moment, it has not healed. When the golden ring penetrates again, it may pull out a small trace of blood, so the thinner tentacles climbed Wal's plump and fat little labia. The flexible tip stroked the small hole, and then suddenly pierced in. The skin and meat that can only accommodate a gold ring is stuffed into a rolling tentacle. Valentino almost
The tentacles that penetrated along his throat were initially bitten by him. The moth's sharp teeth pierced into the wet and slippery tentacles. The sharp teeth broke the tentacle glutinous body. Valentino swallowed the tentacles that had penetrated deep into his throat, and a large amount of liquid from the broken tentacles were cold and fishy. They spilled on Valentino's tongue, staining the golden tongue nails on his tongue with a strong fishy smell. The half of the stomach stumpt into the stomach sac were heavily stuffed in his stomach. These half tentacleswitched nervously in his abdominal cavity. Val narrowed his eyes unbearably turned his head, and the sharp teeth pierced into the thin lips. He bit his lips. Valentino moaned painfully in The tentacles between his legs, which almost penetrated into his uterus, suddenly rose up. The thick roots tore the mouth of the vagina, and the soft tentacles were fiercely pushed into his uterus, stroking the inside of the warm and humid and water-filled uterus. This touch was almost presented in Valentino's black-printed lower abdomen. A squirming hill was raised on the moth's bulging lower abdomen, and the blood slowly overflowing from the torn vagina was mixed with transparent mucus. Val could obviously feel the tentacles squirming in his body. The colloidal surface and the suction cups rotating semi-curved keratin scratched in his vaginal wall. The suction cup tore the inner wall of his vagina, tore the softest part from this layer of meat and stuffed it into his own womb, as if an unformed deformed sarcoma had begun to grow in the meat cavity. Valentino tried to curl up in the pain caused by the vagina and abdominal cavity. The chain in the moth's limbs were making an overburdened clicking sound. The tentacles he bitten off by him began to grow again. The jelly-like glue spread from the cross-section gradually evolved into stronger and full of soft barbed tentacles. The roots of the resurrection of the tentacles spread out several thinner and more flexible tentacles. Since the bottom of his chest cavity, the tentacles fell into soft and round breasts, squeezed the fat and breasts hidden under this layer of purple skin. The silver ring hanging on Valentino's nipples shook on the tip of the dark purple nipples when the tentacles. The refracted light was so similar to the floating noise floating in the
Valentino broke free from the bondage of ropes and metal. As he struggled up from the table, a large amount of mucus poured out of his body down his vagina filled with strange creatures. The tentacles in his abdomen still seemed to be active, rolling and stroked inside his body.
The feeling of being stroked by the internal organs was unique and strange. With the swelling of the stomach sac, Valentino almost covered his mouth and vomited dryly, and the wound bitten by the black teeth of his tentacles on his lower abdomen began to beat quickly at the moment of touching the air. The black lines spreading from the center of this bite marks beat more fiercely and bulged on his skin like blood vessels. His soft and fluffy tentacles had been withered to the top of his head at this moment, and the fluff between his neck had already been wet by the mucus secreted by the tentacles and stuck to his own saliva.
Valentino fell off the table. The bruises from his sore knees on the hard ground were covered with a layer of bright red. The moth's mouth still kept oozing the purulent from the hands of blood and broken tentacles. He quickly loaded and loaded his gun with appendages with appendages, and then fired several shots at the tentacles that fell to the ground until the twisted and squirming things turned into a blurredded and burnt pieces of meat. Valentino gasped and threw away the gun. The golden shell case fell to the ground, and the tremor in his womb suddenly became violent. He fell back to the hard ground, with all four arms cling to the floor, and the shallow marks scratched by his claws were particularly conspicuous when the light rotated. Val's abdomen was close to the floor, almost subconsciously spit out his tongue out of his mouth and hung down on his mouth like this, and the moan overflowing from his throat was more like an exclave after being over spoiled than a pain.
