Of Octopus And Sodomizing Virgin-Black Countess

Concrete grey walls Emptiness and lonely candlelight That is the room of your secret passion Behind the door of intimate illusions You are virgin and you still value it But the desire gives you no rest And so you come to this room every night Every spare minute... You are blindfold Not to see the ONE who gives you these minutes: Octopus-like creature In the far corner of the room imbued with female discharge You kneel down sucking HIS tentacle While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance You are virgin and you still value it But the desire gives you no rest And so you come to this room every night Every spare minute... You kneel down sucking HIS tentacle While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance