[He moans around the tentacle in his mouth, wanton and desperate, muffled by the large appendage sliding in and out between his lips. Drool travels down his chin as his hands gently claw at whatever surface his hands can desperately reach. His gaze is hazy and unfocused, unable to do anything but take all the sensations that racked his body.
Pleasure pools in the pit of his stomach, the feeling growing taut with each slide of his cock down Kleken's mouth; each writhe of a tentacle across his body. An embarrassing keen is dragged from his throat.
His body writhes and squirms. A want to escape. A greater want to feel more.]
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Pleasure pools in the pit of his stomach, the feeling growing taut with each slide of his cock down Kleken's mouth; each writhe of a tentacle across his body. An embarrassing keen is dragged from his throat.
His body writhes and squirms. A want to escape. A greater want to feel more.]