The man still has his eyes closed. His brow is sweating, his face intense. He was obviously deep in concentration. Most people probably wouldn't catch it, but a girl like Anya would. Under his tunic he was fully erect, and a vine had slipped under the folds and was moving fairly methodically.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the tentacles in her mouth and pussy began to thrust themselves deeper inside.The one in the throat starting to fuck her face with the same rythem as the one in her pussy. And no matter how hard she tries, shee seems to be getting drier, rather then wetter the more excited she gets.