Austin gave her no recovery. The moment the second climax began to ebb he shoved two fingers back into her still-spasming cunt, curled them hard against the textured front wall, and sealed his mouth over her clit again.
He sucked with long, wet, rhythmic pulls while his fingers thrust and rubbed without pause, deliberately chasing the next peak before the last one had fully finished. Krave's powerful lower body jerked hard, the heavy, juicy weight of her ass lifting off the surface only to slam back down as another forceful spray of wetness pulsed around his fingers and across his chin.
Tentacles thrashed in immediate retaliation. Multiple lengths whipped around his torso and arms, suckers latching onto his back, his shoulders, the sensitive sides of his ribs with desperate, pulsing suction that tried to drag him upward or throw his rhythm off.
