06-22-2013, 01:07 PM
He is amused by your good manners, you can tell. The tentacle, at first, moves slowly alongside your erection, and then speeds up, pumping faster and faster, vibrating and massaging. Your toes curl up, not able to withstand such pleasure. All of your thoughts escape from your head and only extreme delight stays behind. This touch feels so good, vibrating, pleasuring every inch of your trembling dick.
FASTER, you moan with your last ounce of will. The tentacle starts massaging the tip of your cock and you breath faster. His massage becomes quicker, frantic, sensual, you can feel how you are slowly pushed towards the limit, the limit, the limit. He grasps you closely, his fifth tentacle suddenly stops moving and tightly wraps itself around your cock, with this last movement pushing you behind the limit. With rapid impulse you come, staining his whiteness with your cum and you let out a quiet yell. The tentacle lets go off your erection, the monster starts brushing his lack of face alongside your sweaty shirt. You touch it and kiss it suddenly, right in the middle. Losing all strength, you also let him go, your orgasm drained you of all will. Your eyes shut slowly down, the last thing is featureless face, but you can also feel how his grasp around your exhausted and relaxed body tightens.