The smoke entered her, and for just a few moments, time froze. The honeysweet words slipping out of Miss Megan’s mouth dripped lazily in her ears. Gymnomuraena zebra hung in the dappled evening light of her tank, black and white stripes rippling and twisting before her eyes. This was it. This was what she’d been missing.

Miss Megan was combing her hair, telling her how beautiful she was, how much of a good girl she was. renee hung in that feeling of domesticity, of being taken care of, of being safe. Her heart paused mid-beat, feeling like it was jumping out of her chest, so eager to be closer to her wonderful Mistress.

tanya nestled between her legs, her agile tongue wrapping itself around renee’s desperate clit. renee vaguely wondered if this was what tentacle sex was like, and then a giggle hung in moment with her. what a funny question!

Then she breathed out the smoke, followed by the giggle, followed by a few more thoughts. And she smiled a bit bigger, opened her legs a bit wider, arched her back a bit higher...

And got ready to breathe again.