Finishing stripping her

I basked for several minutes in the pleasure of her screams vibrating around my tentacle whilst I punished her plump globes. Slap after slap hit her sensitive flesh, red hand prints.

My tentacles deftly spun her around, bending her at the waist. The screams of pain were replaced by a horrified sobbing as I ran my hands up her legs, caressing her thighs and ass. Gently this time, I reached around and unfastened her belt and jeans. My tentacles held still, letting her focus on the feeling of the rough fabric being slowly drawn down her legs. My fingers stroked over the soft satin of her panties, before slowly lowering those too.

I kneaded her ass for a moment, before spreading the two voluptuous orbs. I enjoyed the sight of her tight slit and the knotted ring of her anus, her thighs trembling before my gaze.