Gods, just....look at you. [His voice is airy, tight, breathing heavy with moans pressing under his words. Hands gripping tight at the headboard, squirming, cock teitching hard, leaking pre. Much like the tentacles, making the appendages slicker, easier to move.] You're just....filled to the brim. Taking....taking so many cocks. Wrapped up like a present. Still gagging to be used and fucked and gods, Hurricane, Hurricane-
[He quakes, another thick blurt of pre come, eyes dazed and lidded and absolutely hungry. He shifts against the headboard, angles himself better for the tentacle to move inside himself.] Keep. Keep your eyes open. I want you to w-watch. Want to. See your expression.
[Its so much. So very much, feeling Hurricane's throat and ass hugging around him so tightly, the friction and softness of his thighs, the warmth of his hands. The tightness of his own body. And the way Hurricane trembles, the way his cock throbs and leaks, how he keeps trying to move into more. Its all so very much and it burns Rye to his core.]
[He quickly loses it, the slow, steady pace. It may be his only control is to not push the tentacles farther into Hurricane than he can take. The pace picks up, steady and hard, building quickly to match more when Rye is close to orgasm then the start. Pressing deep into Hurricane's throat, though at least pausing roughly every dozen thrusts to let him breathe before pushing in again. The ones in his hands are slick with pre, coating his fingers as they piston through his grip.]
[The ones in his ass keep up the alternating pattern, and once they find that spot, angle to hit it every time, barely giving a moment where a tentacle isn't slamming against it. His thighs are coated in pre, between tentacles and his own need, another tentacle pushimg in between the opposite way, to add more sensation. The tentacles around Hurricane help his squirming, helping him rock forward to take the one in his mouth, then back to the one in his ass.]
[The suckers are definitely leaving marks. Pulling hard at his nipples, with brief rubs between. His cock being sucked by a dozen eager little mouths, rocking with the stroking tentacle, one seeing to suck away the pre before letting it dribble away before sucking again.]
[The one in Rye matches pace. Thrusting as hard and fast as the one in Hurricane, letying him see how deep Rye is pushing the trntavles. Hus hips rutting into the air, cock twitching and leaking pre, his moans quite loud now, breathless chants of Hurticane's name.]
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[He quakes, another thick blurt of pre come, eyes dazed and lidded and absolutely hungry. He shifts against the headboard, angles himself better for the tentacle to move inside himself.] Keep. Keep your eyes open. I want you to w-watch. Want to. See your expression.
[Its so much. So very much, feeling Hurricane's throat and ass hugging around him so tightly, the friction and softness of his thighs, the warmth of his hands. The tightness of his own body. And the way Hurricane trembles, the way his cock throbs and leaks, how he keeps trying to move into more. Its all so very much and it burns Rye to his core.]
[He quickly loses it, the slow, steady pace. It may be his only control is to not push the tentacles farther into Hurricane than he can take. The pace picks up, steady and hard, building quickly to match more when Rye is close to orgasm then the start. Pressing deep into Hurricane's throat, though at least pausing roughly every dozen thrusts to let him breathe before pushing in again. The ones in his hands are slick with pre, coating his fingers as they piston through his grip.]
[The ones in his ass keep up the alternating pattern, and once they find that spot, angle to hit it every time, barely giving a moment where a tentacle isn't slamming against it. His thighs are coated in pre, between tentacles and his own need, another tentacle pushimg in between the opposite way, to add more sensation. The tentacles around Hurricane help his squirming, helping him rock forward to take the one in his mouth, then back to the one in his ass.]
[The suckers are definitely leaving marks. Pulling hard at his nipples, with brief rubs between. His cock being sucked by a dozen eager little mouths, rocking with the stroking tentacle, one seeing to suck away the pre before letting it dribble away before sucking again.]
[The one in Rye matches pace. Thrusting as hard and fast as the one in Hurricane, letying him see how deep Rye is pushing the trntavles. Hus hips rutting into the air, cock twitching and leaking pre, his moans quite loud now, breathless chants of Hurticane's name.]