Krave lifted her cunt from his mouth with a wet, deliberate drag, the heavy weight of her body shifting as the tentacles around his head released their lock only to coil tighter around his throat and chest. She moved with predatory grace, the ruined purple dress still bunched beneath her arms, massive tits swinging free and heavy as she repositioned herself over his hips.
Multiple independent tentacles surged at once, thick ones slamming around his wrists and ankles again, suckers clamping down with wet pops and pulsing hard enough to leave immediate red rings on his skin. Thinner ones wrapped his thighs from the outside and pulled them wider until the stretch burned, locking him completely open and immobilised beneath her.
