Female College Student’s Self-pleasure Habits

Ryan moved away with Lydia and Elena, who was trying to usher other patrons to safety despite being in tears herself. She moaned and squirmed at the touch and shuddered slightly as one of the tentacles tore her suit jacket off. He craned his neck to get a better view as feelers began to spread her pussy lips apart. How was he to judge? Ryan and Lydia exchanged glances, waiting for the other to speak. Her sniffles were barely audible over the shouting that dominated the enclosed, echoing chamber:
“It’s gotta be aliens, right?”
“My son! There was something about tan lines that did it for him… like the proof that he was gazing upon untouched, secretive flesh. Ryan hated himself for it, but he could feel his penis stiffen at the sight. Many of the captives had their limbs completely consumed in the writhing mass, with only their naked torsos on display.