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Willit's wild weasel slammed into the Sectoids moist mousehole with a loud slapping noise, the sectoids eyes closing in what must be pleasure.
Thrust, clench, pullout. Thrust, clench, pullout.
The Sectoid rode the rookies mind controlled immovable rod like a cowboy on a bucking bull, yellow wetness squirting from the aliens hush puppy with every sodden slam of Willit's wrangler.
Willit's was panting now, his body fully under the aliens control, his body filled with pleasure.
Or, filled with pleasure until the first of the barbed tentacles snaked up his external uretheral orifice, and all the way to his prostate. then about ninety nine more of the tentacles followed suit.
Needless to say Willit's was not feeling much pleasure now. |