Five hours later.

I was beyond reason.

My body moved on instinct alone, hips slamming back hard against the thick base of the two tentacles buried inside me. They rammed forward in perfect sync, one stretching my pussy wide, the other filling my ass so completely that every thrust made me feel split open in the most exquisite way. The thick, pulsing ridges dragged along my walls with every withdrawal, then slammed home again, punching deep enough to make my vision blur and my toes curl against the sheets.

“Ahhhhhhh,” I cried out, pushing back desperately, ass meeting his pelvis with wet, filthy slaps that echoed in the small dorm...