It felt like an entire telephone pole was going up her snatch. Tube8 Noelle blinked. The fog pressed against her mind, and she had to fight to remember how to form words. “Was it good for you too?”
Noelle coughed meekly, unable to form coherent thoughts as her mind tried and failed to reboot. “I’m managing a census of sorts on all known witches. “I want to feel every inch of you.” The thrusting slowed as Helja concentrated. “Not too hard to figure out.” The woman shrugged, turning to her. Feeling the smooth, warm tentacles slithering about her skin, both inside and out… A small, thimble-like tentacle took interest in her citorus, and her eyes rolled back so far she began to see stars.
