A Journey Through tentacle kink

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in tentacle kink. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “tentacle kink,” she sighs, “please tentacle kink.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “tentacle kink!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “tentacle kink”.