[No… they wouldn’t want to provoke it now, would they… ?
His newfound company bites into her lip, a little swallow working down the pale expanse of her throat. As he suggests, she closes her eyes for a moment, but the tentacles on her shoulder shift and squirm and it makes her open them again. This time she at least makes the effort to avert her gaze, it seems, but… she’s peeking. She can’t seem to help but peek, her breasts rising and and falling a bit unevenly as she “unintentionally” watches the creature stroke up and down the stiff length of a cock.
(He smelled good.)]
There’s no need to apologize… it’s not like, ah… you set out to flash me or something…
[Or masturbate in front of her. Or spill his seed onto her face. Or be caught in a tentacle’s snare. Any of those. She shifts a bit stiffly, gasping lightly as she feels one of the many arms of the creature slink down her back, beginning to wrap loosely around her… her waist? Maybe it’s just adjusting its grip.]
It’s… it would be less weird if we weren’t strangers, right… ?
[Would that really help? She seems to have latched onto it as a potential solution, at least, slowly reaching out with trembling fingers to grab his… pants. The hem of the pants that had gotten shoved down his thighs.]
<3<3
His newfound company bites into her lip, a little swallow working down the pale expanse of her throat. As he suggests, she closes her eyes for a moment, but the tentacles on her shoulder shift and squirm and it makes her open them again. This time she at least makes the effort to avert her gaze, it seems, but… she’s peeking. She can’t seem to help but peek, her breasts rising and and falling a bit unevenly as she “unintentionally” watches the creature stroke up and down the stiff length of a cock.
(He smelled good.)]
There’s no need to apologize… it’s not like, ah… you set out to flash me or something…
[Or masturbate in front of her. Or spill his seed onto her face. Or be caught in a tentacle’s snare. Any of those. She shifts a bit stiffly, gasping lightly as she feels one of the many arms of the creature slink down her back, beginning to wrap loosely around her… her waist? Maybe it’s just adjusting its grip.]
It’s… it would be less weird if we weren’t strangers, right… ?
[Would that really help? She seems to have latched onto it as a potential solution, at least, slowly reaching out with trembling fingers to grab his… pants. The hem of the pants that had gotten shoved down his thighs.]
I’m Kiritsubo…