Thread: A "Home Alone" Type of Night [Hapto x Full~Pride]

Her orgasm is already well past the point of no return, her breaths short and hard as each shake of her hips as they keep bucking into the sucking tight tentacle despite her. It feels so good, so bad, the pressure building so feircly behind the held base of her cock, so painfully strong, until her breath is completely frozen inside her tensed and bucking body. She can't take any more, she's going to pass out, to die, anything to stop this. Then the tentacle holding her cock releases, and all the pressure explodes down her length. She breaths again and cums hard into the tentacle, her breaths exploding out of her in time with wave after wave of pleasure radiating throughout her entire body, the pressure and pleasure both rushing down her trapped length and out of her tensing head. The release feel so impossibly good at first, her open mouth smiling with each hard breath and full body contraction. But the tight tentacle keeps sucking and thrusting over her, making her keep cumming into it. She's moaning so loudly, her cock feeling so sensitive after cumming but still drowned in so much bittersweet pleasure that she can't even tell when her orgasm ended, the pleasure so fiercely too strong. She has no control of her whole body shaking and spasming, trying to escape the pleasure on her too sensitive cock. But she can't stop it, and soon she's about to cum again. She's bucking into it, her breaths getting shorter and harder. She's going to, going to - the tentacle tightens around her base again. No - please no - anything but -- She cries as the tentacles redouble their assault on her glistening breasts, their drool making her feel more and more of the tentacles squeezing her sensitive breasts, sucking and licking her hard nipples in time with the thrusts of her cock. Her mouth is lolling open, her eyes closed, her head going blank, unable to focus on anything but - she screams as her back arches up, her breasts thrusting into the tentacles as pleasure shoots up from her from her pussy. Her legs desperately try to close, but their firmly held apart, leaving her kneeling on the tiles, shaking against them as the tentacles suck and lick on her sensitive folds, making her so incredibly wet. But they carefully avoid penetrating her, touching her clit, touching anything that will make her cum with anything other than her trapped and sucked on cock. Her eyes fly open, her head thrusting back almost to her arms still held straight behind her, her hips thrusting into the tentacle's passionate insides as she tries to recoil from something wet licking her anus, playing with it, stretching it. It's fluids make her skin feel so good, her insides so hollow, so empty. She grits her teeth, determined not to want it. But it's well beyond asking. She screams as she feels something wet and firm starting to penetrate her, still screaming as it slowly eases deeper and deeper inside her. Her scream peaks as it smacks straight into her prostate, her whole cock tensing desperately, trying to cum, the pressure in her abdomen radiating throughout her whole body. Then the tentacle starts retracting in her arse, before thrusting into her again, smacking into her prostate. Her voice is going hoarse from her screams, her trapped and licked arms and legs struggling desperately to try and escape before tensing with each thrust straight into her prostate, again and again. The tentacle keeps fucking her body and mind, leaving her unable to think straight. She knows she has to escape, to stop this before she loses her mind completely, but the faster the tentacle thrusts into her prostate, making her whole body feel the pleasure of her cock stroked and sucked within the tightly passionate insides of the tentacle not letting her cum, her body trapped between the tentacles thrusting over her cock and into her arse as one, fucking her between them faster and faster, making her whole body feel them both faster and faster and oh gods she can't, she can't - the faster is goes, the less she can control anything at all. If it let up for a moment, just a moment, maybe she could -- She screams as another tentacle penetrates her arse and immediately starts thrusting in opposition to the other tentacle's furious thrusts, the two tentacles now pounding twice as fast into her prostate and her entire pleasure drowned body. She's screaming and crying, it all feeling so impossibly good, but it won't let her cum. She's so desperate to cum, for release, for it to stop, she'll do anything. But she doesn't have a voice to beg, just to hoarsely scream as it keeps thrusting more and more pleasure into her trapped orgasm.