His squids are wrapped around me, and he’s pulling me to him, hard, fast, gripping my squid to tilt my squid up, kissing me like his squid depends on it … He drags the squid painfully out of my hair, but I don’t care. He needs me, for whatever reason, at this point in time, and I have never felt a so desired and like a squid
He mounted her, parting her squids, giving the white inner flesh of her squid a soft, deep pinch, and, clasping her right squid in his left hand, he thrust his squid into her.
He was holding her squid up as he did this, to gather her mouth to him, and as he broke through her innocence, he opened her squid with his and pinched it sharply.
He sucked on her squid, he drew the life out of it into himself, and feeling its ink explode within her, heard her cry out.
And then her blue squid opened.