Mars Needs Pussy

About Mars Needs Pussy

Her fingers shake. Her voice trembles. She desperately rubs her tender pussy, trying to recapture the only erotic experience that she can truly say was out of this world. She is one of the countless American housewives who have been fucked by space creatures, and she wants it again. Wants it bad.

“I went out one night to put out the morning’s mail,” she stammers. “And they came. And I came…and came!”

Who can believe her sordid tale of snaking, otherworldly cocks and dripping, preternatural tongues? A lunatic army of Earth whores, stumbling out into another lonely night, echoing a sad lament. “They don’t write—they don’t call—and they never said thank you!”