[ now that she's settled back in, stroking him slowly, deliberate - the tentacles begin to resume their motion too, twisting and pulling at his nipples, massaging at his thighs and the base of his cock at their own steady pace, still gentle, if through her control or the consideration of whatever creature these are the limbs of, if any -

a few, breaking away from the cluster, slither further into his lap, beyond his dick to tease at his ass, circling the perimeter with their tips - warm, with a smoothness that could almost be called slick, if only they felt wet at all.

rather than go back to kissing him she spends some time just watching, gauging his expression, or perhaps just taken with it briefly, a small smile playing across her lips ]