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Jane has wanted Rick since she first saw him in her college World History class, and at the frat party, she finally gets her chance. Things go great! They dance, and it’s clear he wants her. She wants nothing more than to have red hot hardcore sexMoreJane has wanted Rick since she first saw him in her college World History class, and at the frat party, she finally gets her chance. Things go great! They dance, and it’s clear he wants her. She wants nothing more than to have red hot hardcore sex with him, so when he invites her back to his place, she jumps on the chance. When they get started, though, something changes. Before she knows it, Rick is held by tentacles and made to watch as some kind of alien monster has its way with Jane! It’s a scorching sex encounter, and there’s no way out…of course, Jane discovers soon enough that tentacles are a lot more flexible than cocks. It isn’t long before this college girl is transformed into a tentacle sex slut!Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity during an alien monster sex encounter. It includes tentacle sex, tentacle bondage, deepthroat, anal sex, and double penetration. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.Here is a preview:“I’m not holding you down,” he said slowly. “Look. But try not to panic, all right?”I did look. He had his hands planted on either side of me, at about the level of my shoulders, and I tilted my head up to see what was holding my arms. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t the vine from the potted plant – or rather the tentacle, it didn’t feel properly plant-like – wrapped around my forearms.If we had been in a horror movie, I would have screamed in one of those glass-shattering shrieks. As it was, all I could manage was a strangled sob.“Rick,” I whimpered, trying to pull free of the thing. It was no use- it was wrapped around my arms like steel cord. “What’s going on?”“I am so sorry, Jane. This doesn’t happen, this isn’t supposed to happen.”“Damn right it’s not!” Another tentacle was slithering down my arm, the slightly damp tip of it just brushing my shoulder.“But it – it’s done this before. Touched me, I mean. Just never when I was trying to have sex with anyone else.” Rick was speaking fast and urgently, and the statement ended in a deep, throaty groan. I glanced down and saw that the plant had curled a thick, dripping tendril around his penis. “I’ve had it for two months. It’s not so bad, I promise. Don’t fight it. It’ll let you go when it’s done.”“When it’s done?” My voice rose to a plaintive squeak. The tentacle sliding down my shoulder had reached my breast, and it prodded the swell of flesh before curling around it and tightening to a squeeze. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have said it was enjoying it.