Austin felt the shift the instant her tentacles stopped merely retaliating and began a final, all-out offensive. Multiple lengths surged at once, thicker coils slamming around his waist and chest while thinner ones whipped toward his cock and balls, suckers latching with desperate, pulsing force.
The sudden constriction tried to lock his hips and dictate the depth of his next thrust. He answered by driving forward anyway, burying himself to the root in one brutal stroke that forced a raw cry from her throat and a fresh spray of wetness around the base of his cock.
Power flipped into pure shared combat. Krave's floating lower body flexed with everything she had left, heavy thighs clamping around his hips while the juicy weight of her ass lifted and rolled to meet every thrust.
