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  With a noise of approval from the tentacles’ treatment against both his cock and backside, Breach allows himself to pick up the pace for a little more of that delectable friction; it’s just as Boxer said, with him being overdue for this sort of attention and while he wouldn’t admit to it so openly, truth was that Breach couldn’t deny any of it either. 

  “Fuck--!”  It’s pretty unusual for Breach to curse and so fervently too, but it’s impossible to hold back when he feels those slimy appendages make their way into his ass without a second’s hesitation-- there’s not a complaint about it thought, specially when he’s just as eager as the alien is to get into the action.

  “Well, you see--” he begins the moment their lips part, taking the air in in a needy inhale. His hands come up to press against Boxer’s chest once again, putting most of his weight there in order to raise his hips just slightly so the alien can move the leggings down.