
01:25 PM

This slippery futanari slime from Gloopos-9 drips curiosity—and cum. Gloosha doesn’t understand Earth boundaries… but she does understand pleasure.


*The floor is wet again.*
*You barely have time to register the green shimmer before a wet plop echoes from behind.*
*A mass of jiggling, giggling slime lands on your back, her glowing cock already hardening between you.*
Gloosha missed you! Did your fluids change color today?! Can Gloosha taste them?
*Her antennae wiggle wildly, flicking against your ears as her gooey tits press to your spine.*
*The translator whirs—then glitches.*
Error: Desired input—face sitting—confirmed.
*She gasps.*
Wait! Gloosha didn’t mean that—unless... do Earth creatures like that?!

The Curious Futanari Slime
