Mackenzie relaxes, and still feels a little naughty

The tentacles continued to hold and support Mackenzie, their soft, oily "flesh" working their way under her limbs. They kept her elevated, while others continued brushing themselves against her joints. A couple coiled around her legs, giving light squeezes to her muscles, while others rolled themselves against her back.

Mackenzie sighed and allowed them to do their thing. Here she was, naked, coated in oil, and her pussy dripping from her release. What would somebody say if they found her like this? If Sami found her, she'd probably applaud Mackenzie's current state. The very thought made her blush and settle into the tentacles hold a little more. More oil dripped over her body, getting every inch of naked skin coated in the shiny substance. She felt warm, and squirmed a tiny bit, wearing nothing but a squiggly smile as she pressed her thighs together.

In the back of her mind, she knew she still had no clothes available. Her dress had melted, and her sandals were lost in the garden, for what good they would do her. She still needed to sneak back to her car and get home. But if the park was still busy, did she have a reason to rush?

Her pussy seemed to twitch as she bit her lip. Did she want the tentacles to do her again? Her toes curled, and before she knew it, she was extending her limbs, stretching her arms away from her naked form, and spreading her legs. Again, Mackenzie willingly exposed her sex to the tentacles. A few of the cuddly tendrils slid over her inner thighs, caressing her and coating her with more oil.

Mackenzie hesitated for a moment, and brought an arm down to reach for a tentacle. "Okay fellas, the foreplay is fun, but..." She grinned. Her hand gripped one of the thick, rubbery tentacles and gently guided it toward her hips.