She said she would consent to anything involving sex that I could come up with. My mind was racing a mile-a-minute and she knew that the fun had just...begun. My cock was beginning to get some life back and she told me to come and sit on the couch which I did. She reached over to the table and picked up a tube of Red Lipstick and applied a heavy layer to her already wet sensuous Lips. She knelt down in front of me and expertly worked her hand up and down my shaft and massaged my balls with. Except they had been a uniform brown colour as of wet leather. This one, however, reminded me of those marvelous encephalopods - octopi, and squid and cuttlefish. A mesmeric display of coloured lights floated through the squamous skin, there being no notable pattern. Perhaps like the chameleon it depended on mood, but it could just as well be a form of insanely complex communication. The Martians had often been compared with octopi, being massive of brain and eyes, very little body to talk of,. His fingers found it. Teased it. Twisted it.Sharp pain mixed with the pleasure. I loved it.“Oh, Thrak,” I moaned, my voice husky as the pleasure built in my pussy. I pressed my thighs together. “A little more. I need a little more. Suck harder.”He did. Incredible, sucking pressure tugged at my right nipple. Liquid moans escaped my lips. I squeezed my thighs harder together, putting as much pressure on my clit as I could. I only needed a little more—I came.“Thrak!”It was wonderful to scream his. He pulled his mouth away, “I have to taste you again!” This time he turned me around and bent me over his desk. He spread my legs and knelt between them. “I love your ass! I can’t believe you let me slide my cock inside you yesterday. Did you like that Marianne? Did it feel as good for you as it did for me?” He asked while gently fingering my wet pussy then rubbing his finger around my puckered hole. “MMMMMmmmmm, yes!” He didn’t say another word, he just spread my cheeks and began licking my.