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When Ethan sucks the tip of that tentacle, Edwin's vision briefly whites out. He's so totally focused on Ethan's lips around his tendril that he doesn't even notice himself winding a few truly large limbs into a cradle to make Ethan feel as secure as he is.
As Edwin starts to come back to himself, he shudders with his own sudden eagerness. The tentacle around Ethan's cock gives him a gentle squeeze, then another, and then another, and by the tenth little pulse of pressure Ethan has probably realized it isn't going to stop. If anything, it's turning into a rhythm.
The tentacle exploring Ethan's perineum gently turns its attention to Ethan's hole. Edwin strokes around Ethan's edge with its tip, then slowly pushes into Ethan. Edwin's soft, blissed-out noise makes it clear that Ethan is not the only one having a nice time.
As Edwin starts to come back to himself, he shudders with his own sudden eagerness. The tentacle around Ethan's cock gives him a gentle squeeze, then another, and then another, and by the tenth little pulse of pressure Ethan has probably realized it isn't going to stop. If anything, it's turning into a rhythm.
The tentacle exploring Ethan's perineum gently turns its attention to Ethan's hole. Edwin strokes around Ethan's edge with its tip, then slowly pushes into Ethan. Edwin's soft, blissed-out noise makes it clear that Ethan is not the only one having a nice time.
