Dendrite grunted along with Citara as its member drove into her. The alien leaned over her, pinning her to the table, undulating atop her slender body. The grayish-green bulk blocked the cameras' view of Citara...or at least most of them, as the camera attached to the underside of the table got a close-up view of the girl's soft sex being invaded by the monstrous member. "Good, Citara," Dendrite grunted as the tentacle pistoned her. "That's it...come on..."

The table began to creak a bit as Dendrite and Citara rocked on top of it. "Oh, yes," Dendrite growled. "Your pussy's getting so wet, Citara. Feels so good...mmmmn!" The monster bucked atop her a few more times, then it leaned back. With Citara spread out on the table, legs held up, Dendrite loomed over her and gazed down at her nude body. More tendrils slithered up to brush over her chest, flicking at her nipples and massaging her modest breasts eagerly. And all the while, the phallic member pounding into her sex never ceased its movements...

"Good," Dendrite hissed as it pounded against the girl, driving deeply into her dripping sex. "It's all right to enjoy it, Citara," the monster murmured. "I'm going to do what I want to you...so why not relax and...think about how good it feels..." The tentacles grasped her nipples and tugged at them, making her breasts stand up a bit. And one more slimy tendril slid over her hips, moving down between her legs to find her swollen clit, stroking it eagerly...

"Good," Dendrite whispered, his voice so low as to seem aimed for her alone. "You're sexiest like this, Citara. When you move with me and try to feel good." The alien thrust faster, his body rocking, making the table creak beneath them; but he was careful not to push down onto her too hard or too roughly. "Come on. Do it, Citara. Come on. Do it..." The tendril flicked teasingly at her clit, then moved in a quick circle, rubbing around her relentlessly.

Dendrite shuddered a little as it felt Citara's body trembling with orgasm. The alien slowed its movements, being very careful of the way it was rubbing the girl's clit. Its phallic member didn't cease thrusting into her, however, prolonging the writhing girl's pleasure. "Good, Citara," the creature whispered, as its eye and the eyes of the cameras gazed down at her. "Good..."