Of course, he wasn't quite done.

A fresh pair of sucker-tipped tentacles roughly slapped away the languid things playing with her nipples. Despite their harsh appearance, the rims of the suckers that zeroed in on her still-throbbing nipples were a soft circle of flesh lined with dense rings of what felt like pure muscle. Slick lengths wet with her own nectar now fondled her splendidly-proportioned tits, their motions almost feeling like someone carefully handling something unspeakably valuable. The suckers started working on her sensitive nipples after taking a moment to make sure she hadn't broken. They settled into a slow, measured pace on her splendid pink nipples - as if not to overwhelm her as more of the denser tentacles began to coil around her ample breasts.

The things pressing against her cunt back away, and a sleek, prehensile length as wide as her arm "licks" her quivering lips, the tapered flat revealing an unusual divot as it toyed with her. It's purpose became clear soon enough as it started to 'draw' layer after layer of delicious-smelling lubricant on her clit, vaginal lips and butthole with the care of a master artist. The pleasant scent of an oceanic sea-spray filled the tiny room as he worked on her like this - and whatever he was doing was doing wonders for the air quality here. The stench of old, moldy equipment buried under oxygenated air laced with chemicals that seemed to seep into her lungs and help her breathe.

That gigantic length that couldn't penetrate her cunt now floated over to her tits, watching as the smaller lengths massaged the cum/lubricant into her chest - before seeming to order the things playing with her breasts to pull them apart enough for it to slip in between her eye-catching cleavage before her breasts were pushed together. The lengths coiled around her wrists gently pulled her hands onto her breasts as the throbbing shaft now resting snugly between her breasts began to slip back and forth through her cleavage. Smaller tentacles tapped her wrists, encouraging her to move her bosom with her hands.

He shifted his smaller lengths below her hips - the tentacles as small as her index finger and after a few false starts, began to do something to her butthole. They didn't go inside just yet - they were rather busy with drawing a pattern of taps and strokes, painting her with a combination of her nectar and his lubricant.