The neon tattoo of the old ones glowed on her skin as she lay naked and afraid in the tentacled tentacles of the octopus. Her hair was spread out around her, and she could feel its suckered tentacles massaging every

The neon tattoo of the old ones glowed on her skin as she lay naked and afraid in the tentacles of the octopus. Her hair was spread out around her, and she could feel the softness of its texture against her skin. She felt a tentacle caress her cheek, and then another one touch her pussy. She moaned as it penetrated her, feeling its suckered tentacles massaging every inch of her body. The glowing eyes of the octopus seemed to be watching every move she made, and she felt like it was judging her every move. But despite all this, she couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for this creature that had captured her so completely.