"She'd only put toys there. No man had ever been close. And this vine was three times as thick as anything she'd ever used. The vine rubbed back and forth, spreading a mixture of her own shameful wetness and its moisture up and down her, lingering over her sensitive clit. Rue shivered and tried to remain calm and reactionless where she could until the vine tipped at an angle and began to rub her clit in tiny circles. She gasped, arching her back and letting out a throaty moan. The texture of the tentacle felt far better than her fingers ever had done and she could do nothing but whimper to ... Show more