chapter 2: The act

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⚠️saucy warning ⚠️

Theresa's clit was buzzing as they walked together into that room, anticipating his soft touch. Jeremy's room was dark and dank. The smell was of sweat and cum stains littered his bed sheets.
"Oh Theresa," he growled pushing her to the wall. Gently, their noses rubbed as they devoured each other's mouths. Theresa was so moist it soaked through her neon green g-string.
"Hurry up Corbyn," she teased.
"Are you sure about this May? Remember when I tore your tight little asshole right apart when we were young?"
"It's ok. I got surgery to sew it back together. And besides, it's all wide and droopy now," she licked her lips.

With that Jeremy stepped back.
"If that's what you wish..."
He joined together his index finger and his thumb and closed his eyes. He emitted a low bellow from deep in his stomach then opened his eyes to reveal that his pupils where rolled up and out of sight. He began to demonically shriek until as the whites of his eyes vibrated. Suddenly, at the drop of his pants, his penis flew off and darted off the walls like flubber. Beams of light darted to his crotch and and with a loud, ear drum shattering screech a large purple tentacle appeared in place of his penis.
"Now...where were we?"

Theresa pulled down her g-string to her bony ankle, exposing her dribbling vag. It drooled like a hungry toddler. Corbyn's meaty tentacle slowly wriggled into her gaping, hungry, grey vag. The excess sag was soft and smooth. She screamed as the thick tentacle scraped her tender vaginal walls. Corbyn's nobly knees couldn't take her weight. She lay back on the unwashed, cum stained sheets and grasped the pillow as he forcefully thrusted his tentacle into her vag. She squealed like Mummy Pig as Daddy Pig sucked her tail when conceiving Peppa

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