[He feels wonderful. All at once, she understands that he truly does care about her pleasure, from the way he holds her to the way he thrusts.
She truly does bounce as he begins to move into her, breasts and rear, even the supple flesh of her thighs, bouncing with the motion, gravity and the force of his thrusts putting on a show that she wonders if he even even appreciate.
Either way, she raises her arms - for want of anything else to cling to, she clings to that 'main' tentacle, wraps her arms around its narrow form, holds it between her breasts as she kisses at the tip. It's nothing like holding a man or woman to her, not even an especially scrawny one, but it's at least enough to trick her mind, to satisfy those ingrained wants that come with sex.]
More, please - [She gasps it out. Her folds, her insides, aren't the only thing wet. Even her voice sounds it.] Please, it feels good, and I want you to understand that. You're making me, haa... happy.
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She truly does bounce as he begins to move into her, breasts and rear, even the supple flesh of her thighs, bouncing with the motion, gravity and the force of his thrusts putting on a show that she wonders if he even even appreciate.
Either way, she raises her arms - for want of anything else to cling to, she clings to that 'main' tentacle, wraps her arms around its narrow form, holds it between her breasts as she kisses at the tip. It's nothing like holding a man or woman to her, not even an especially scrawny one, but it's at least enough to trick her mind, to satisfy those ingrained wants that come with sex.]
More, please - [She gasps it out. Her folds, her insides, aren't the only thing wet. Even her voice sounds it.] Please, it feels good, and I want you to understand that. You're making me, haa... happy.