Janet didn't even know what was happening anymore. Cassandra had come over to hang out, and as they talked about relationships and men and sex the room just seemed to keep getting smaller. Then the touching started. The arousal. Cassandra slipping her heaving, sweaty breasts out of the confines of her shirt. Her wet panties falling down around her ankles. Janet was confused - when did she get naked? How long were her breasts exposed, how long was Cassandra fondling and groping them? When did she start lying face up on her own bed, with Cassandra's pussy just inches from her own?
Then the penetration began. A huge, writhing tentacle... thing emerged from Cassandra's pussy and plunged into her own. It came immediately, pumping her full of extremely warm and slimy jizz that only seemed to enhance the stimulation. Cassandra leaned in as another tendril emerged from her mouth, burying it in Janet's throat and shooting a similar load of intoxicating material deep into her stomach