Octopus Rings By Rapid Fox
In honor of creepy drug sex
Once I tried to fuck my girlfriend while I was tripping my face off*. It was a bad idea. I got her pants off and started to envision tentacles slithering out at her vag. The image became so real that I started to freak out. I just knew that the second I started to enter, they would shoot out and wrap themselves around my cock, pulling it to it’s doom. Obviously I lost wood. After that night I lovingly referred to her as “the Octo Puss”
She was not amused. The relationship didn’t last long.
I should buy her one of these Octo rings by Linda Smyth as a token of her offering up entrance to her dark, frightening abyss.
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