[He sighs and squirms, biting on his lower lip at that promise of what's to come.]
It takes a l-aah-hh-lot.
[That would've sounded more convincing without the studder, but those tentacles take him by surprise, an assault on his senses as each gets to work. He catches at the tendrils like he means to push them away, squirming but quickly nodding. His body might protest but he wants this.]
no subject
[He sighs and squirms, biting on his lower lip at that promise of what's to come.]
It takes a l-aah-hh-lot.
[That would've sounded more convincing without the studder, but those tentacles take him by surprise, an assault on his senses as each gets to work. He catches at the tendrils like he means to push them away, squirming but quickly nodding. His body might protest but he wants this.]
Please- yy- you pick it. fuck