They try to help Mackenzie

At this point, Mackenzie didn't care. She spread her legs, and waited for that tiny amount of pressure needed from the tentacle to slip inside her. Mackenzie would finally get to be fucked, if she was going to have an audience, so be it. Just a tiny, tiny bit more...

"BRAD, DO SOMETHING!"

"R-right! I'll save you, Miss!"

Mackenzie threw her head back, unable to hide her smile as she felt her lips part for a visitor. Then... the tentacle disappeared. "...Huh?" Mackenzie looked down, and saw a firm hand pulling the tentacle away from her pussy. Again, the relief escaped her. She looked up at who just denied her sweet pleasure.

Brad, meanwhile, stood his ground and wrestled the tentacle away from Mackenzie. "Let... her... go!" He grunted, pinning the tentacle under his foot. Then Brad reached for the other tentacles, trying to pry them from Mackenzie's arms. This idiot was playing the hero and it was ruining everything!

"W-wait! Don't do that! It's not what you think!" Mackenzie gasped. She thought to scream out the words she wanted this, but when she remembered that she was completely naked in front of them, did she really want to admit she was hoping to be fucked?

"No kidding, everything here is fucking freaky!" The girl gasped.

"Almost... got it..." Brad growled, peeling one from Mackenzie's wrist. "I won't... let it hurt you!"