Having woken up with a slight headache, I was bending and stretching for a long time, rolling from one wall to another. The air and the walls of the basement had the strange property of not being warm or cold. Like warm paraffin, you felt their resistance, but no more. Therefore, the lack of clothes did not bother me at all until the jeans from under my neck moved into the zone of inaccessibility of my hands. Hard floor gradually brought me to my senses. When I woke up, I immediately sat down, inspecting the light that had faded during my sleep. The lamps, feeling my eyes winked as it seemed to me, with mischief, and flared. In front of me lay the white basement corridor. The red fluid continued to give me languid warmth in the lower abdomen, urging me to sensual passion. Exhausted from wanting to experience bliss as quickly as possible, I began to think which door I should look in first. Next to the doors there were two types of marks: black hieroglyphs on holographic plates, depending on which side to look at them and the lines of lipstick. Clinography hung here on my first visit, I could not notice the connection between the inscriptions and the owners of the rooms. Or captives ...

My gaze slid along the uneven lines of lipstick, enlivening in my head a system of signs and creatures about which they were. Three lines, each added aphrodisiac stage, with which it is better to look here for a visit. The slash indicates that I did not like it for subjective reasons. For example, the tenth door on the left. Two horizontal lines denoting red fluid and slash. There, most likely "anthill". A pile of dense sawdust tall with an average chair, which crawling plump pale larvae with funny shaggy muzzles. I saw this in Japanese pornography, but even the black pathogen could not get me to sit on a bunch.

Vertical - that the owners showed no interest in me. For example, the fifth left. "Queen of Strangers". She really looks like someone else from the film, but I called her more so because of the habit of disappearing from sight, to be behind my back or on the ceiling. A huge snake with a gray-green human torso, long, bony hands, with which it helps itself when moving, and a surprisingly beautiful imperious human face, closed to the eyes with a transparent visor of a knight's helmet. She showed interest to me only once, when I mistakenly glanced over to her after a wild orgy with hell hounds. They had an unpleasant habit of pushing their huge limbs with swollen knots into my mouth, preventing me from breathing and ending in my throat. Some volleys of their hot sperm also fell into my vagina too, but almost the whole pack preferred my mouth. I was so full of seed that overwhelmed me, that it was very energetically asking for it outside.

Having messed up the door, I collapsed to the queen and she turned her predatory gaze on me. Noticing the sticky marks on my face, she rushed at me with lightning speed and mesmerized with a short glance. I could not move or blink, and the queen gently scraped the dog smegma off my skin and, with ecstasy inhaling its smell, licked my sharp claw with my long tongue. Then she took it in her mouth and closed her eyes with pleasure. And suddenly she threw back her head and opened her mouth wide. I’m sure that I would have heard loud laughter if there were any sounds here. Having finished laughing, the queen bowed down to my face and, taking the tongue from her mouth for twenty centimeters, began frantically licking my face, neck, shoulders. Grabbing me by the shoulders, she lifted me like a fluff and brought me closer to my face. I just met her eyes for a second and was completely dissolved in her. As if in a dream, I felt how the sperm, which eagerly held my vagina, ran down my thighs.Immediately the queen pressed me to her scaly, but warm skin, "licking" the seed from my thighs with my stomach. Her tongue, stretched out, slid into my open mouth, filling it to the limit, and gently fell into my throat, trying to taste me from the inside. Even through a sleepy haze, the sensation of a soft tongue, sliding right down my throat, excited me,

I, and the impossibility of breathing sharpened sensations. Suddenly, my tongue tightened and began to pulsate, bringing me to ecstasy. With gusto, I, as far as I could, put my legs to my sweetheart and, panting and trembling with each cell, waited for a bright orgasm, as the tongue suddenly and quickly slipped out of me, and the snake's hands relaxed. With a cry, I fell over onto a soft, serpentine belly, but could not restrain myself with my legs and, having turned around, landed on the floor, hurt my knees painfully. The queen lost interest in me and crawled onto her huge bed filled with red sheets in order to get enough of the sperm that dripped onto her belly from my vagina. Frustrated and disappointed, I discovered that the snake sucked all the dog's seed out of my stomach. But God would be with him if she let me come.

Perturbed by such egoism, I promised myself never to go to her. Even if after the next intercourse with some particularly productive male, I will be full of tart sperm to the brim, so much so that my uterus will perform on my soft tummy. I would not come to her for any caresses, even if she would take me by the hips and, turning, would put on my chest, but she would stick her tongue into my stretched vagina, covering her sensitive clitoris with her lips. Even if she, having licked the inner walls of my vagina, would have clung to the entrance of my uterus and, poking with her tensed tongue, had overcome my resistance in order to suck the sweet nectar from my gut while I beat in a sweet orgasm ...

Inspired by memories and fantasies of revenge, I did not notice how I finished the second time. All the time, remembering about the alien queen, I masturbated wildly and now, licking my juices off my fingers, I thought about giving her a chance ...

Oh, and here is the sign that I have been looking for so long!