Tentacle Trap Samus Aran
The damp heat of the space station’s lower decks clung to Samus’s skin as her boots slipped on wet metal. Before she could activate her grapple beam, thick, glistening tentacles erupted from the shadows, wrapping around her wrists and ankles with crushing force. She was hoisted off her feet, her zero suit torn at the thigh, exposing pale flesh to the humid air. Her chest heaved, massive breasts pressing against the fabric as she struggled, but the creatures held fast.
One sinuous appendage coiled around her heavy, throbbing cock, squeezing tight and dragging a sharp gasp from her lips. Another pressed against her sensitive nipples, teasing the large areolae already flushed with arousal. Samus’s blue eyes widened, one closing in pleasure as she felt the precum soaking her thighs. The tentacles pulled her spread legs wider, exposing her anus to the cool air before wrapping around her waist in a tight pit of writhing flesh. She gasped, heavy breathing fogging the room, as another tentacle stroked her huge penis with rhythmic precision. The pressure built rapidly, intense and overwhelming, driving her toward an imminent, messy ejaculation that soaked her entire lower body in warm cum.
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