Naked lady public tentacle tickling

Halfdan the carnival kraken gave the girls a long moment to let the experience of being publicly sodomised by a tentacle monster really sink it. Why not? He wasn't in a hurry. Again, he was a trillion years old.

Once he was sure he'd fucked their asses properly, he moved on to the next stage of his plan.

The first feathery tendril flicked over Bonnie's nipple. She was so fixated on the sensation of the tentacle fucking her ass that she didn't notice, at first. Until the next one started to tease the sole of her foot. And didn't stop.

She made a noise that can't possibly be expressed in the English language, though you have my word it's a very sexy noise, as more feathery, fiendish tantalising tendrils began to stroke her thighs. Her ribs. Her armpits. Her ass. The nape of her neck. The air filled with the high-pitched sounds of girly shriek-laughter as the naked ladies of Pinkwhistle began to enter into a state of maximum squirm.

They stood no chance, of course. Halfdan's specialised girl-tickling appendages had been cultivated over aeons of cosmic time to inflict upon beautiful women an experience of infinite giggling discomfort. He had once captured the queen of a hundred galaxies, after centuries of interstellar war in which whole battalions of gorgeous lady soldiers were caught by the enemy in vast numbers and subjected to weapons of apocalyptic indignity, and kept her in one of his extradimensional ticklefuck sacs for a thousand squealing years. But this was still fun.

Bonnie made more indescribable but incredibly sexy girl noises as the tendrils sought out her most secret, sensitive places, making every nerve in her body prickle as she was teased from top to toe. "STOOOOP," she wailed, horribly aware that everyone was watching her beg for mercy. "IT TIIIIICKLES!"

But it didn't stop. And, of course, she was still getting fucked in the ass.