[He's so out of it that he only recognizes that Nariko has said something to him, but he's too unfocused to realize what it is. When she finally touches her tongue against his exceptionally sensitized setup, he lets out a surprised squeak but ultimately puts up no complaints, because--suckers aside, which he's not really thinking about--it. Feels. Amazing.
Soon he giggles--lowly, lustfully, amusedly--because (of all times) he's reminded of how people will serve ink with their spaghetti. Given that long, golden tentacle is covered in its own ink, Nariko might as well be indulging in her own personalized plate of pasta negra.
Even though she can't see it from the outside, his tentacle is squirming intently inside of him, the only hint of activity being that what little of his tentacle that is outside is wiggling under the force of it all. He's giving no mercy to his prostate and testicles this time, mostly because he genuinely needs it, but partly because Nariko has wound him up so tightly that he really has no self-restraint anymore.
His orgasm is quiet, but unmistakable. His back arches upward like a cat, eyes tightly shut and his hands gripping the pillow as he lets out a series of quiet, strained grunts as he fills himself with cum.]
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[He's so out of it that he only recognizes that Nariko has said something to him, but he's too unfocused to realize what it is. When she finally touches her tongue against his exceptionally sensitized setup, he lets out a surprised squeak but ultimately puts up no complaints, because--suckers aside, which he's not really thinking about--it. Feels. Amazing.
Soon he giggles--lowly, lustfully, amusedly--because (of all times) he's reminded of how people will serve ink with their spaghetti. Given that long, golden tentacle is covered in its own ink, Nariko might as well be indulging in her own personalized plate of pasta negra.
Even though she can't see it from the outside, his tentacle is squirming intently inside of him, the only hint of activity being that what little of his tentacle that is outside is wiggling under the force of it all. He's giving no mercy to his prostate and testicles this time, mostly because he genuinely needs it, but partly because Nariko has wound him up so tightly that he really has no self-restraint anymore.
His orgasm is quiet, but unmistakable. His back arches upward like a cat, eyes tightly shut and his hands gripping the pillow as he lets out a series of quiet, strained grunts as he fills himself with cum.]