I sucked on the tentacle with great enthusiasm. It wasn't til then that I realised how thirsty I'd become, and this thick, sweet nectar was really hit...ing the spot. But the creature wasn't satisfied just feeding me, and once I'd had a good drink, it started forcing its way deeper into my mouth, my throat. I felt myself choking around it, but it continued undeterred. Strangely enough though, I felt quite calm. I started choking less and less, before finally growing used to this huge thing. The pressure from his hand on the back of my head increased so I let more into my mouth. At that point the entire head was in and I explored the rim.After getting that far the rest was easy and very soon my head was bobbing up and down like I had seen done by so many others. He was doing little upward thrusts as I sucked that let me know I was doing a good job and I found the idea of giving sexual pleasure to be intoxicating.The taste was changing as I kept going. It wasn't bad but it wasn't. Jagger could feel the crash begin to descend after a marathon adrenaline rush. He was aware of the chain still tethering him to the younger woman. It would have to be dealt with soon, but at the moment it gave him an odd comfort to be bound to her. She was not a reminder of captivity, but of freedom. She was probably crashing too. In the past few hours, they had to have been feeling the same jolts of panic, the same heart racing and shallow breath of fear. The same exhilaration of flight. And. " Heat rushes to my pussy as I run a hand up her inner thigh teasingly. With our backs to the rest of the shop no one can see this caress but Sophie's eyes flutter shut with a soft gasp escaping her kissable mouth. She looks at me lustily, I feel her hand rest on the curve of my ass and marvel at her nerve. Sophie and I meander, admiring the lace thongs and sheer babydolls before reaching the kinky wear with crotchless panties, PVC corsets and sultry maids outfits, we share a giggle on finding.