A latex girl thing
Rusty flicked the sheet off of them. In that brief moment there was clarity, and he saw what looked like a tentacle coming from Slave’s crotch. The tentacle, black and slick like the rest of her body, was curled around his balls and his cock, throbbing, rubbing, and sliding in an up and down direction. The head of the thing looked like a woman’s pussy, and it was fitting itself slowly over the head of his penis like a snake swallowing a mouse. When it made contact, it wrapped itself over his cock and felt like a well lubricated condom.
“JESUS CHRIST!” Rusty snapped out of his sexually-induced delirium. The moment of clarity passed and was replaced by a moment of panic filled with fright. The bed broke from his panic. The man was kicking and screaming; the ‘woman’ was slithering and splashing!
Rusty was suddenly on his feet and running, left the room sprinting, nearly flying off the upstairs balcony to the bondage floor below; he nearly forgot there was no rail on this part of the apartment. He turned sharply for the stair. He jumped every third step and fell into a roll on the hard wood floor. In fright he ignored his clothes and ran right for the front door. He clawed and scratched for the door knob.
