Third Person POV:
The door slammed shut behind them with a heavy thud that barely registered before their bodies crashed together. Austin's hands were already under the tight purple dress, fingers sinking deep into the heavy, juicy weight of Krave's ass, the flesh yielding and then springing back under his grip like it had been waiting for this exact pressure.
She snarled into his mouth, sharp teeth grazing his lower lip hard enough to leave a hot sting, then biting down just enough to mark without breaking skin. Her tongue shoved past his, wet and demanding, while the first surge of tentacles erupted from her back.
Thick, flexible lengths uncoiled with a wet, muscular flex, slamming around his waist and thighs, suckers latching on with greedy pops of suction. They yanked him flush against her, crushing his chest into the deep, overflowing cleavage that the purple fabric could barely contain.
