4
Amanda stepped away from the couch, and staggered toward her bedroom. She swayed back and forth but didn’t fall, and didn’t flinch when the tendrils stretched out and slithered up her arm. She didn’t bother to flick on any lights in the shaded bedroom, and instead went over to the bed. The covers were smooth and inviting beneath her hands, and she slipped off her shoes before she pulled her legs up beneath her.
By now the tendrils were beneath her short-sleeved shirt and gliding their way to her heaving breasts. She leaned back her head and groaned when the things reached her stretching mounds which strained against the confines of her bra. The slick tentacles rubbed their bodies along her heated skin and toyed with the hard tips of her aching breasts. Other dark arms slithered b
