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primary.
He wasn't an octopus, but he was close enough.
The atmosphere was very humid, and Naomi Kawashima felt the sweat breaking out on her
already. Gerakk pulled himself out of a pool of water and undulated closer.
His skin was moist and a mottled green. It looked very smooth. He examined
her with his massive eyes.
"You are unsure?"
That's an understatement, thought the girl. "Well, it's very weird for
me. I mean, you look like an *octopus*. I just don't know if I could get
into it." Some wild part of Naomi's liked the thought of all those pricks drilling
her wet orifices, and all those arms stroking her, but another part was simply
freaked out by the whole idea.
"Hmmm. Well, there is no need to leap into things. I suggest we simply
masturbate for a while to relax. What happens or does not happen will or will
not. Let us begin." Gerakk began to slowly stroke his cocks with his tent-
acles.
Stephanie pulled Naomi's blonde hair out of Naomi's eyes and leaned against a
wall. Naomi Kawashima pressed on Naomi's cunt through the semi-transparent (and growing even
more so as Naomi's perspiration began to soak it) gown-thing Gerakk had provided.
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