It's Japanese tentacle porn horror
Wrapped all around me without end
Penetrating my mouth and anus
With shapes length and girth a porn star's dream
Wrapped around my manhood
Mercilessly milking me to a hentai scream
I can't see past them
Not that it would do me any good
The darkness is all encompassing
An artist's overturned inkwell
Black ink poured everywhere
On this pulp media hard core still life cell
I try to feel my way around
To find an end to find an out
But I cannot find a body to this being
It's all tentacle as far as I can I can feel
I know better now than to try to stop the sex
I tried a little while ago
To no avail
I was only grasped that much more tight
Penetrated that much more deeply
Screamed just a little louder in fright
I can't cum any more
That well has run dry
My cocksheathe is getting blisters
And I'd kill for a bag of ice
Though oddly enough
The anal is starting to feel kind of nice
Don't ask me how I can breathe
With this long thing down my throat
It's magic
It's hentai
It's manga ran awry
It's tentacles as far as can be seen and felt
It must be sexy to someone but I don't know why
Bound here by living warm tentacles
Coated in slippery mucus
Ends shaped like deranged sex toys
In my mouth and encompassing my cock
Another in my tucus
I just hope the storyboard goes somewhere from here
Hopefully to somewhere more normal
Like a gangbang or an orgy slightly out of focus
Maybe this is my eternal payment for a particular sin
Gods, that must be it!
I swear I'll never masturbate to an octopus again!
Wrapped all around me without end
Penetrating my mouth and anus
With shapes length and girth a porn star's dream
Wrapped around my manhood
Mercilessly milking me to a hentai scream
I can't see past them
Not that it would do me any good
The darkness is all encompassing
An artist's overturned inkwell
Black ink poured everywhere
On this pulp media hard core still life cell
I try to feel my way around
To find an end to find an out
But I cannot find a body to this being
It's all tentacle as far as I can I can feel
I know better now than to try to stop the sex
I tried a little while ago
To no avail
I was only grasped that much more tight
Penetrated that much more deeply
Screamed just a little louder in fright
I can't cum any more
That well has run dry
My cocksheathe is getting blisters
And I'd kill for a bag of ice
Though oddly enough
The anal is starting to feel kind of nice
Don't ask me how I can breathe
With this long thing down my throat
It's magic
It's hentai
It's manga ran awry
It's tentacles as far as can be seen and felt
It must be sexy to someone but I don't know why
Bound here by living warm tentacles
Coated in slippery mucus
Ends shaped like deranged sex toys
In my mouth and encompassing my cock
Another in my tucus
I just hope the storyboard goes somewhere from here
Hopefully to somewhere more normal
Like a gangbang or an orgy slightly out of focus
Maybe this is my eternal payment for a particular sin
Gods, that must be it!
I swear I'll never masturbate to an octopus again!
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