Connie x tentacle monster

>connie was on her little patch of beach flicking her bean like the lonely nerd girl she was
>when suddenly she caught the eye of a giant clam that was slowly sneaking up from the depth to the crystal gem's temple.
>the clam monster changed directions towards the indian girl and slowly inched his way along the water's surface.
>once in striking distance, its gelatinous tentacles sprung from the water and captured Connie in slippery bondage before she even saw what was assulting her.
>the tentacles, purple and green were squishy and translucent, but they tightened around Connie's wrists and ankles like a vice.
>the clam monster lowered her to the shell's opening.
>she thought it was going to eat her
>it cracked open its shell to look at her with its multitude of eyes.
>another tendril extended from somewhere under its eyes and touched connie's stomach, it was pink and fleshy, with the texture of a house cat's tongue.
>the small pink tendril flitted around her tummy a bit, exploring her sun-bathed skin .
>it turned upwards and flicked the bottom of Connie's binkini top, the only part of her outfit still left on her small frame from her earlier lewdness.
>it quickly slipped under and found her still-erect nub.
>the friction as it lapped and encircled the bud of pubescent nipple was overstimulating for the young girl and she could feel her nethers contracting, her hips bucking back and forth looking for that gratifying grind.
>the monster gave the lewd girl what she wanted as one of its free tentacles came up and planted itself between her leg, wrapping around her thigh, but giving her ample room to grind her young cunny on the textured underside of the tentacle
>the tentacle’s gelatinous surface was smooth all the way around except for the bottom quarter, which was ribbed and textured with small suction cups
>Connie’s juices ran out onto the beasts tentacle as she furiously bucked her hips back and for on the appendage, lubing up the already slick tentacle.
>the fleshy tongue-tentacle wrapped around Connie’s bikini top and ripped it off her, exposing her dark brown nipple to the sun.
>then the clam did something that displeased Connie, it pulled the tentacle that she was so delightfully grinding away from her cunny, still holding her thigh, it shifted up, bending her leg into an even more promiscuous position. at the same time another tentacle grabbed her other thigh and mirrored the motion, leaving conning with her knees to the side of her small breasts, her heels brushing against her ass, and her puffy, glistening pussy exposed to anyone who where to look in her general direction.
>She blushed furiously, looking around for anyone who might see her in such a whorish position, about to ravaged by a sea creature.
>Not a soul was along the coastline, she was free to be the monster’s cock sleeve free of shame from others.
>Proceeding, the clam took yet another tentacle and brought its tip to Connie’s pussy, the thick tendrils hovered mere inches away from her entrance, the heat radiating from her like a bitch in heat.
>it slowly began to prod and rub against the opening, testing it, exploring the area.
>Connie grinned, biting her lip as she looked up into the sky with bliss as the delicious friction.
>But as the clam kept rubbing and flicking and prodding away, Connie started to get annoyed, she needed more, more sexing
“just fuck me you stupid monster!” She yelled in frustration.
>the clam monster, surprised by the sudden outburst dropped Connie and ran away back into the ocean.
fin.