I needed to fuck her and she needed the fucking too. Indian sex I felt the warmth of her skin as I gave her a dream that I, my old human body, was rubbing her down with warm oil as our slime was warm too. Now we had her all to ourselves. Her hips ground against it and I rode her stomach up and down as her backed arched again and again. Her hands wondered my body and our tentacles as she grabbed, scratched, pulled, and rubbed us all over. Now we had her all to ourselves. We moved a tentacle down and hovered just above the couple, and one by one I quietly gassed them, it seem Frank couldn’t do that, but I could, just like I couldn’t move us, but he could. Our build up accomplished, we shot load after load all over her and inside her. She smiled, closed her eyes as her head fell back down on the bed once again going into a deep and (I assumed) satisfying sleep. I refocused on making love to her, or rape, or whatever you may call this.
