[It's an affirmative, presumably, as that tentacle plays with his tongue and the priest responds instantly. The size and how it teases means he's sure to have a cute little trail of saliva trickling down his chin, hips rocking as Kleken fucks him at that leisurely pace. Three tentacles wriggle in to stretch him and Olivine groans, lashes falling closed to focus on every sensation.
Their changing methods certainly keep him on his toes—hips rise when one tentacle tugs him open, back arching when two nudge and tease his prostate.
oh, but the tentacle rubbing his slit makes him slump, sighing and gasping as pre beads at his tip. He can't do much talking, but there's little to mistake in his enthusiasm.]
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[It's an affirmative, presumably, as that tentacle plays with his tongue and the priest responds instantly. The size and how it teases means he's sure to have a cute little trail of saliva trickling down his chin, hips rocking as Kleken fucks him at that leisurely pace. Three tentacles wriggle in to stretch him and Olivine groans, lashes falling closed to focus on every sensation.
Their changing methods certainly keep him on his toes—hips rise when one tentacle tugs him open, back arching when two nudge and tease his prostate.
oh, but the tentacle rubbing his slit makes him slump, sighing and gasping as pre beads at his tip. He can't do much talking, but there's little to mistake in his enthusiasm.]