When the first few eggs forced their way past my cervix I threw my head back and wailed with ecstasy. Japanese sex A lover, even. “Morning,” I mumbled sleepily. I felt rather than heard the mental apology, followed by the assurance that it would get much, much better. My womb began to empty. The tentacle in my pussy thickened and began thrusting, pulling a groan from my lips. It had felt my anxiety, knew that I’d feared for its life, and now reassured me that nothing was amiss. What exactly it was that I wanted I couldn’t have said, but now that this new form of pleasure was open to me, I needed more. The smaller tendrils stretched my cervix wide, and this time there was no pain at all.
