He’s cold, glassy… and he doesn’t stop. My glass tentacle doesn’t care if I’ve already squirted once, twice, three times—it’s got me pinned, pulsing, stretched, possessed. You’ll see me gushing and drenched. Shaking. Begging. And then breaking. My creamy hole takes every twist of his slick, spiraled length—like I was made for it. And just when you think it’s over… I gush again. Harder. There’s nothing soft about this. Only floods. And a desperate, slutty need to be filled again. Alien play meets real wet release. If you like squirters, stretchers, and watching a real woman lose her fucking mind on camera—this is it.