Angel Cummings’ creamy reward after taking on the colossal whitezilla

I straddled the blonde girl’s lap on the toilet. Look at her! XXX Symbiosis? The possibility of ejection faded as I realized my heart now beat to the rhythm of tentacle squeezes and that breathing was dependent on my lungs being played like bagpipes. 
Stretchy slugs ran amok in my digestive system, spreading out into every system. It’s not right…”
“Hallo frieand.” Tiffany was hard to understand this morning. I could feel my tiny tits inflate with every spurt until there was so much breast meat between Tiffany and me that our lips were forced apart and only the tentacles coming out of my mouth and nose could reach her face. “What do I do?” I asked her, still wondering how someone so small could have grown such gigantic belly and breasts.