Either the grenade had finally died or it had sunk into the thick soup, but either way, it was time for them to get out of there. Porn “Shit… it’s not loud enough,” Cutter swore, clicking his tongue. Priya noticed Sarah eyeing the bags she was carrying, and she protectively shifted them away from Sarah’s drooling mouth as she crept past her, following Cutter’s lead through the pulsating muck. All of the trapped men were displayed in a similar fashion, their backs bent back by the curve of the tentacle mass, limbs restrained, and girthy penises sticking straight up into the air, ready for use. Amazingly, it seemed like they would be getting out of there without any troubles at all. I can’t explain it either, but I don’t need to understand something to know that it’s saving our asses.
