He sucked harder at the tentacle in his mouth, trembling when a second one pushed in while two more teased at his hole. They pushed, nudged, withdrew, pressed again, slowly and thoroughly working him while more tentacles played with the rest of his body, interspersed with sucking bites and licks from Lynn's hungry mouth and strokes from those long, too-clever fingers.
Anderson never did much in the way of reciprocation when they did this, but he didn't really have toall Lynn needed and wanted was Anderson at his mercy, the taste of want and need in the water.