in a way that she is unable to really place at the moment, there is something truly striking to the edge of his smile, beyond just seeing him affected, this affected, to meet his gaze and recognize her own actions within it, affection and need for her reaching far enough to brush hot against her cupped hand
color spreads through her face, her breath catches in her throat at the sight - for a moment, it's just kind of a lot. ]
M... Mm . . .
[ but as she calms she shuts her eyes, letting her hand glide down the length of his cock in a smooth, quick stroke, light - and back again, thumb brushing gentle against the head ]
... You were wondering about the firmness earlier, weren't you...?
[ 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 ]
You were asking about the firmness because you wanted to feel one in your ass, weren't you...? Relax, okay?
[ and, as if on her order, the thin end of one of the group congregated near his ass - more slender than even her fingers, tapered even smaller than that at its tip, begins to press itself into him, careful. ]
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in a way that she is unable to really place at the moment, there is something truly striking to the edge of his smile, beyond just seeing him affected, this affected, to meet his gaze and recognize her own actions within it, affection and need for her reaching far enough to brush hot against her cupped hand
color spreads through her face, her breath catches in her throat at the sight - for a moment, it's just kind of a lot. ]
M... Mm . . .
[ but as she calms she shuts her eyes, letting her hand glide down the length of his cock in a smooth, quick stroke, light - and back again, thumb brushing gentle against the head ]
... You were wondering about the firmness earlier, weren't you...?
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Ah... I was, wasn't I...
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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 ]
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he gives a little shuddering laugh, grinning at her weakly]
This is... a lot.
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[ giving his hand a squeeze, continuing soft - ]
You were asking about the firmness because you wanted to feel one in your ass, weren't you...? Relax, okay?
[ and, as if on her order, the thin end of one of the group congregated near his ass - more slender than even her fingers, tapered even smaller than that at its tip, begins to press itself into him, careful. ]
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[even though the feeling of the tentacle is strange and kind of unsettling, he's relaxing and letting it enter easily - he's well trained for this.]