04-25-2010, 02:27 AM
As Alex kissed her, the boy moved his tentacle arm to her pussy, and lightly rubbed it, while his left arm played with her breasts. Even as a phallic shaped tentacle rubbed against her wet cunt, the human never released the kiss, passionately making out with her. Between kisses, he would whisper such things as, "I love you, my Angel," and "I will always be here."
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.