Her orgasm was intense enough, but feeling him specifically seeking out every last inch inside of her only amplified it further. Every new movement he makes inside of her milks another pulse of cum out of her cock and into him. It was a particularly effective way of milking her dry, that was for sure.

At the very least, being filled to her current limits gave her a moment of peace. Despite the haze from her orgasm still clouding her thoughts, and her cock still pumping the last bits of cum into him, she dares to bring her head back up and... then down again to look at how he's stretched her out. She'd been able to stretch with toys, but he'd stretched her fuller than she ever had.

...and then he shifts the position and she watches it happen, eyes widening as he almost effortlessly moves her. The feeling of being supported only by him and the tentacle inside of her sent more waves through her, already pushing her towards a second climax. She'd only just finished cumming, and here he was working her body up again. This was the kind of treatment she craved, pushing her limits and using her body.

"Yes." She manages out between ragged breaths, her voice heavy with lust and desire. She wanted more, but her voice trails off into nothing more than a moan as he continues.