So Noelle, her ‘me-time’ interrupted by an affront to mankind’s collective intelligence, registered to the Long-Long Club with a backup e-mail account and ordered her ‘free trial’. It was one of her few good shirts. Eporner Amy was a good girl, kind and caring. You’re like… “You came here for one reason, right?” She spread her legs. and a deep seated wish that it might be true. Thus creating a cycle that benefits all. She’d never get to try the ‘Brotherhood’… But eventually, it ran out of room to travel, bumping blindly into her pelvis. She froze, waiting for something horrible to happen. Her wandering eyes landed on that picture of a woman having her shirt ripped open, then looked down at her own, still buttoned. Well, she had been planning to masturbate anyway. She lay there limply with a goofy smile on her face as the tentacle did what tentacles do best and fucked her.
