Lazily watch the slug worm its way into you entirely while you frig your clit

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You become dripping wet just by the anticipation, and you cum from masturbation before the slug has even entered you.

As you come back from your senses, you can feel a deliciously revolting feeling, and you savor the sight of the slug working its head inside you. Just to add to the nastiness, you squeeze your pussy, well aware the slug will only be encouraged to try harder to get inside.

The slug lathers up more of that disgusting foam mixed with the snot-like substance it uses to cling to your vaginal walls. It doesn't take long until you forget you were supposed to squeeze your pussy to prevent the hideous slug from entering you, and instead you rub your clit and squeeze rhytmically, fucking the slug much more than hindering it. If anything, you're helping it, which makes you feel deliciously nasty. The only thing you squeeze out your pussy now is more of that yucky foam, and you sit up to look how it drools down your legs, forming almost a spider-web of sticky strands that continuously wrap itself around the slug's thick body.

After you've cum a second time, you watch it worm its way inside you, inch by inch. This time, it can explore your pussy undisturbed and before long, it finds the passageway into your womb. Sure, that's a mucus-covered very small hole protected by a ring muscle, but that doesn't stop the slug from working away it getting admittance.

But before you can feel it opening up your womb, you can see the last of it disappearing below your clit between your pussy lips. You feel deliciously full of "cock", and delight at the alien squirmy movements of the thing inside you.

Soon there is not much more new frothy white foam, although you will continue to drip sticky secretions whether you want it or not. The thought of returning to school having to explain how the insides of your legs always are coated in a glistening layer of sticky fluids gets you off a third time, and for a while you simply thrash about in the filthy pond-water.

Then the slug manages to push its snout inside your cervix, and you realize you must masturbate yet again. You can forget about removing the slug now. It will have nestled into your budding womanhood by the time you reach anybody who can do anything about it.

So what'll it be?

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12th Grade Girl with a three foot slug in her womb (Katy)
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