Tentacle Glass Dildo (free full-length clip) by Amedee Vause

Willowbud hunched her shoulders, and the elevated city blocks began to slide down the mountain she’d made, coalescing at the bottom like refuse down a chute, stacking into makeshift towers, and nestling beneath newly-formed causeways. What was left in their place, were four perfectly-smooth triangular slabs. The brothel district had become the crowded the base of a massive pyramid, and the roads that once divided it, had become the structure’s polished sides. “Holy shit.” I whispered. From the side pointing to Drastin’s downtown, Willowbud formed an extravagant staircase, lined with hundreds of statues of naked women in various poses of lechery. At the base Brunette of this staircase, stood a seven-hundred-foot-tall statue of Astrid. She was nude, her spread legs creating an archway over the staircase, her wings spanning resplendently, her face cast stoically skyward as her arms stretched above her to hold the Sword of Iona aloft. The blade was made of polished iron that gleamed black in the sunlight, and its length added another five hundred feet to the statue, making it the tallest structure in Drastin by far. There was a rumble behind me, and I turned to see The Screeching Siren was gone. In its place, was Tera. Her thick, stone legs straddled the pyramid, their voluptuous lengths running hundreds of feet down two of its sides, before coming to stiletto heels, her only garment. She looked over her shoulder, her stone hair flowing about her horns and covering one eye, her smiling lips pursed behind an extended index finger that asked for secrecy. Her shoulders were pinched together above an arching back, whose spine sloped gracefully into a pointed tail that curled backward above two, bulging cheeks, which in turn, opened at the spreading of Tera’s legs, where her other hand forked two fingers for the slit entrance of Willowbud’s new temple. “There,” Willowbud panted, her body drenched with sweat, “a fucking miracle. I call it: ‘The Pussy Palace,’ because I’m shit at naming things.” Willowbud struggled to her feet, legs shaking. She wobbled over to us, then collapsed into our arms. I didn’t know why I didn’t let her drop. Hell, I didn’t know why I didn’t just roll her off the side, masturbation and let her body bounce down the steps until it was a red stain at the bottom. Maybe it was because I was so in awe of what she’d done, or maybe it was because seeing her so weak was just so strange. Maybe I just orgasm wasn’t the killer I needed to be. ASTRID “What the fuck?” Tera hissed beside me as we walked down the hall. The Screeching Siren had undergone some very sudden renovations. Immense columns lined the walls, each adorned with immaculately-detailed pornographic statues. The ceiling was two-hundred-feet above the floor, and domed in a cranial shape, with windows that looked like... eyes? Massive chandeliers hung from the stonework, made of twisted iron, but unlit. Julia emerged from her bedroom, and fixed that problem. My breath caught in my throat. The entire interior was gilded to hellish opulence. The stone statues shined with gold leaf, the walls climbed with it, the ceiling was decorated with Big Boobs golden murals of debauchery. “What the fuck is going on?” Lucilla’s voice crowed from Brandon and Mistress’s room. Her whining tenor dropped to hushed awe when she looked out her door. “Holy shit.” she whispered, and I reckoned that if a woman as rich as Princess Lucilla was astounded by what she saw, then it must be truly remarkable. “This must be more gold than in The First Bank of Drastinar.” Tera said. “That’s because it is all the gold in The First Bank of Drastinar, plus dildo a little from the Second Bank of Drastinar.” Mistress’s voice answered, sounding very tired, “I robbed that place years ago, but I never found any use for the money, so I just stashed it beneath the floor.” Mistress was flanked on either side by Diamond and Justina, who helped her along. I rushed over to her on instinct, and pulled her little body into my arms. “No!” I howled. For Sonja, her stocking was full of tennis balls and frisbees. He's probably had his cock down your throat by now. I wanted to be athletic but orgasm it was not to be. She arched her back even more, and began to moan his name. Coach rang the bell and waited. She walks over to the bed and again tries to coax him out of the room. It was late, so I could probably get away going naked. Stan pulled out and lay down beside her. “You were promised a masturbation quick death before you tried to incriminate me” he hissed. But she could do something about that. I just looked at them, so dainty and cute but in my head, I owed her the balance of a foot rub that I started earlier and now she was collecting. Dakota in her robe jumps up to answer it. I asked her what she was wearing. She could easily dildo handle being his fuck buddy. The bus was reasonably quiet and we sat on our own at the back. Julie jumped back and Carrie gasped, "Who could that be? She finally let go of his shaft and it bolted upwards against his stomach. He took my hands in the darkness, his body merely a silhouette my eyes slowly adjusted. “I caught my boys jerking off in their rooms a few days ago using my panties. Big Boobs But, a knock on his door threw water on that fire (probably best). Her warm hands around his balls made him squirm like Brunette never before. Dream on, boy. “Oh yeah, certainly not how I expected to find her,” I told him. To get onto them there were 3 large concrete steps that people were sitting on.