Each movement made him more vulnerable, his resistance turning him into an easier target for the tentacle’s inevitable invasion.“Fuck… no…” he panted, his voice cracking, his green eyes flashing with a mix of fear and defiance. Ethan’s moans returned, softer now, tinged with confusion and reluctant delight. Gay sex His moans grew louder, a mix of shock, resistance, and reluctant surrender, his voice echoing through the jungle. “What the fuck…” he growled, his voice rough with irritation, his chiseled jaw tightening as he glared down at the tentacle. The tentacles played with him mercilessly, their touch both teasing and commanding. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock, shooting upward with such force that they splattered across his chiseled chest, coating his throbbing pecs and dripping down the deep grooves of his five-pack abs. The tentacles didn’t hesitate. His thighs, massive and defined, could crush a tackle dummy, and his calves were sculpted knots of muscle, honed from years of sprinting across the pitch. Smaller tendrils returned to his nipples, joined now by strange, tulip-like buds, each no bigger than a thumbnail. The tulip-tentacles on his nipples pulsed faster, their warm, juicy mouths drawing out sharp, electric pleasure that clashed with his panic, making his cock twitch and leak, the musky precum
