It crept up on her as she struggled to get away. Her cries made it wetter, hungrier. It craved her body, needing her essence. Tendrils restrained her. Its lust growing as it slithered up her body. “Please… oh… let me go…” The tip of the tentacle slowly inched itself inside her. Filling her, feeling her pussy tighten with each movement of struggle. She whimpered when it filled her and pressed farther in. A gasp as it teased her tight entrance. Its lubrication forcing her body to be aroused, to want it. Soon she begged for it. “Please… I need more…”