You feel the hot false foot wrap around your throbbing cock. The respiration of the amoeba was hot against your tender neck.
You breathed heavily with each jerk of the pseudopod against your tender member, feeling the ecstasy that the single celled organism brought you with each pump. If felt better than your cold, predictable, multi-celled hands would ever be able to achieve.
Cells squirted from your dick. Writhing sperm. But the amoeba kept jerkin' your junk. And you loved it so. You loved that amoeba with an intense burning passion, burning brighter than any fusion reaction. This amoeba giving you a pseudopod job, this amoeba is who your heart called for every night. And now you have been satisfied in more ways than one.
