The anemone nodded eagerly, before withdrawing her hair, and placing her hands on Mina's knees. With a firm, steady pull, she eased Mina's legs apart and admired her prize, with a growing grin. Wasting no time, she began lining up the head of her tentacle covered member with Mina's womanhood, and trying to push forward. Unfortunately, Mina's entrance was slicker than the anemone had anticipated, and each thrust merely pushed her considerable shaft up and over Mina's dainty clit, to rub against her own shaft; which looked almost comically small and plain next to the anemone's pulsing phallus. Finally, she gave up on going in unaided, and grasped the base of her shaft and guiding her head to Mina's folds, before pushing forward. At last, the anemone's head slipped into Mina's pussy, followed by the first ring of tentacles which continued to writhe inside her, and provide a sensation the likes of which Mina had never felt; almost as if the cock inside her was spinning. Inch after inch of the anemone's cock slid into Mina's tunnel, past the second ring of tentacles, which squirmed just as hard as the first, before finally bottoming out just an inch from the final ring of feelers. The anemone just sat there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of a woman's warmth around her cock. Falling forward, she planted her hands on either side of Mina's head and gazed deep into her eyes, letting her see the unabashed pleasure on her face, and letting her c-cup breasts hover just above the much smaller woman's face.