A pause and switch of pace

While you brace yourself for the impending load of cum you expect to be forced down your throat, a suddent pause happens.

"Woah i didnt notice these beauties." The trainer laughs, stopping his thrusts while his cock is lodged down your throat, still choking you out.

"Hey Tentacruel, put her on her feet for a minute." He says pulling his cock out of your mouth, a long strand of your saliva attaches your soft lips to his cockhead, eventually being stretched out too far resulting its breaking.

You are flipped onto you feet, gasping for air, "What the fuck? Are you trying to kill me?!"

Ignoring you, he takes a hand and cups your tits in his hand through your shirt and bra, "Oh shit, screw those flatties at the beach, boys we got ourselfs a slim hottie with a rack and a half."

Bringing both hands up he starts groping your tits, you quickly slap his assaulting hands, although in response, your arms are pulled by your side by the tentacles at holding your wrists.

"Oh shes still got some fight in her. Aight but im done playing with them, i want to truly get a good feel for them. On your knees." He says pointing at the ground.

You look him in the eyes with defiance. Although you are quickly forced onto your knees by the tentacles wrapped around your ankles and thighs.

"Hey make this easier for the both of us, lift up your shirt for me." He says looking down at you, meeting your pissed off expression. Although reluctantly you pull up your shirt above your tits, exposing your bra for him to see.