Noticing how Catria reacted, you curiously moved your tentacle closer to her, as if beckoning her to climb right on into the tentacle's maw and down its cavernous, fleshy throat.
Unable to resist the temptation, Catria got up on her hands and knees, and crawled towards the tentacle's maw. She slowly slips her head and hands into the maw, resting them on the soft, fleshy inside.
