She squirms, struggling underneath the dual assault being delivered at both mouth and pussy. She can't get free, but she's not going to remain still and just meekly take this either. Still, it's becoming hard to deal with the tentacle in her mouth, and disgust begins to give way to anxiety as it continues to push deeper, working down her throat now, forcing her to gag and choke on it, not that it helps in any way. She hasn't begun to panic yet, but she's growing close to it.<br/><br/>And then, another shock. Given all the other sensations going through her, she might have missed the third tendril, but where it's poking her is cause of great concern to her now. "Not there!" she thinks, a muffled yell coming from her. Another act she'd never considered doing with a man...as far as she was concerned, being taken there was something that happened with certain men and their boys that they admire, not a proud women like her...