Tonia and The Alien no 2 by Penelope la Maré 60 Second Love Story

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The alien entered Tonia's room. This time it was not alone.

It had brought another alien, a friend perhaps. They were bowing as they approached her round pedestalled bed.

Tonia was being studied closely by the two aliens who were looking at her lips and breasts as they communicated in song-like clicks and whoops of approval.

The friend seemed to be asking to touch her private parts as it bent its head down lower to see what was there.

Tonia obliged, parting her legs and showing the alien friend her special place. Indeed, she showed her vagina with great pride as all human self-consciousness vanished.

Suddenly, the alien friend released a long wet spinning tongue that penetrated her.

Tonia gasped and both aliens jumped back, seemingly afraid.



© 2022 Tale Teller Club / Penelope la Maré



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