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All three screens have the same image. Not image, really — it's a video. Penelope lets out a squeal and covers her eyes but it is too late. She has already seen it, the picture burned into her eyes in triplicate.
It is an anime. Or — hentai, she supposes. A cartoon girl with impossibly giant tits and long, peach-coloured hair spread out naked, her legs open and her wrists pinned, and her body covered in writhing purple tentacles. Not just covering her — going inside of her. As in — one curling in and out of her dripping pussy (which is topped with a little patch of matching peach hair), stretching her obscenely. Another in her mouth, splitting her lips wide. Two more wrapped around each of her inhumanly large nipples, squeezing tight.
Penelope's heart hammers in her chest as her befuddled mind tries to clutch at what she has just seen. She slips into the gaming chair with one hand still over her eyes, remembering at the last moment to grab the headset so she doesn't squash it.
Tentacle porn. There is tentacle porn on Colin's computers. Colin has been watching anime tentacle porn.