[ she sits there, staring, as he removes his own clothing and for some reason it seems like time has slowed down and even though it's less than a minute ( probably ) she finds herself growing impatient. she shifts, growling as she looks from his hands up to his face and then back to his hands. here! let her try to help... again. the tentacles can at least spread the fabric apart to let her bury her snout back into his crotch, her maw opening to take him completely. ]

[ the tentacles snag his ankles and try to help him spread himself for her, so she can more easily suck on him. ]