[Nepeta allows for the tentacle to coil around her fingers, twining it between some so she could carefully grip it and give it a gentle squeeze. It was a bit difficult. Nepeta wasn't certain what amount of pressure was okay, and erred more on the side of caution--even then it was difficult with how slippery it was.
Yet she experiments, running her fingers along its underside when she could, pinching the very tip of it where it was smallest, all the while very carefully noting his reactions.
Or at the very least trying to. It was difficult to when he was inciting such sensations in her. She mewls, arching her back when his warm tongue passes over her nipple.]
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Yet she experiments, running her fingers along its underside when she could, pinching the very tip of it where it was smallest, all the while very carefully noting his reactions.
Or at the very least trying to. It was difficult to when he was inciting such sensations in her. She mewls, arching her back when his warm tongue passes over her nipple.]