Austin's muscles bunched and surged against the living restraints with sudden, explosive force. The tentacles around his wrists stretched taut, suckers straining and slipping as he wrenched one arm free in a wet, tearing pop of released suction. The moment the limb was clear, he grabbed the nearest thick coil still locked around his other wrist and yanked hard, using its own strength against her. The redirection pulled Krave off-balance for a critical second.
He surged upward, hips driving, and the locked suckers around their joined bodies tore free with a series of sharp, wet releases. In the opening, he twisted, hands seizing more of the thrashing tentacles, and flipped their positions in one violent, body-on-body collision.
Krave hit the surface on her back with a low snarl, the heavy weight of her juicy ass and thick thighs bouncing, the ruined purple dress still bunched under her arms and framing the exaggerated swing of her massive tits.
