*turning my head as you mutter these words, murring inqusitivly i suddnely snap back to the job at hand, grinning as the first tenticle pushes further up into your rear, feeling all cold and wet, but still staying as a solid object, the other starting to push into your mouth, grinning more as the colour of the tentilces start to chance to my own, forming as long limbs*<br/>You are a strange one arnt you murrr ^^ this will be fun