Were her insides melting? She scoffed at the thought, chasing it away. XXX Noelle idly spun her cheap office chair to face her student accommodation room, liveable but cluttered with discarded clothes, unpacked boxes, and adorable stuffies. They quickly lose worth and decay when exposed to air. When nothing did, she breathed a sigh of relief. For dinner? In the advertisement there were several women being treated to the attention of far-reaching, penis-like tentacles, expressions of ecstasy on their faces. “Oh!” She snapped her fingers. The tentacle shuddered, interrupting its intercourse, and jammed itself as far into her little tight hole as it could. There go my points…”
“Noelle!” Came a voice from the hallway, accompanied by more hammering on her door.
