- When the light disappeared above her, Carmen had a combined ten feet of cock rubbing against each other and her stretched membranes. She was already experiencing such intense pleasure that her future sex life was forever ruined, yet this was just the first minute with hundreds of thousands more to go. Also, the carnasporum was only getting started.
- Now in the tight, claustrophobic embrace of the pod, her arms squeezed against her body like a vice squishing her breasts together, there was only the sensation of cocks vigorously plowing her insides deeper than an arm could reach, the wet, disturbing noises of her holes being defiled, and the lining of her chamber tickling every inch of her body. These little worm tentacles were imbued with aphrodisiac themselves and generously applied it against her every pore like a massage from a million little hands. Her tits, ass, and clit had the biggest concentrations of these little rubbery fingers tasked with keeping her coming at all times. The carnasporum was learning from her body’s reaction, dialing in on the perfect method of arousal. It already knew better than her just how she liked her nipples tweaked and her rosebud rubbed.
- A fifth cock, as large but stubbier than its four brothers, eventually unwrapped before Carmen’s useless eyes. It was the unmistakable pungent smell of sex that alerted her to its presence. It rubbed and slapped its length on her face as a preview of its size and to assert its inevitable dominance.