Brexit: behind the scenes Theresa x Jeremy (Romeo and Juliet) ft. Tentacles

Chapter 3: The scaring part

Jeremy's tentacle throbbed. Pulsating, he tapped it.
"Come on boy! Out, out!" With that it slithered out from Theresa's black hole and back between his feeble legs.
"Jeremy, why did you stop? I was about to cum and it was reaching my itch as well!"
"It's tired. Look at the poor thing..." his tentacle swayed back and forth limply in the air; all worked out and flat.
"I refuse to leave without squirting all over your face," she hissed, grabbing him by the collar. He gulped.
"H-how about I finger you instead?" He blurted as Theresa growled at him. Her face slowly morphed into a grin. She lay back into the covers for Jeremy to slide his fingers into her. After a deep long sigh, he dived in.

He was struck by the odd, thick, squelchy texture of her insides. It was like fingering a bowl of Kellogg's™️ oatmeal or like stroking some cottage cheese. Her hips squirmed under him as she moaned; eyes shut. She shook on the verge of eruption. He stroked faster and faster with her moans getting louder and louder. Finally she came, squirting like a yeast infected drinking fountain. He looked down at his two fingers to find them covered in a white and yellow tinted, runny gloop. He gagged.
"Suck it off," Theresa ordered, "now!"

Hesitant, Jeremy looked at his fingers. They stank of whale carcass. He didn't want to do this. "Suck the infection or I'll sell the media more anti-semitism claims!" Oh god. He didn't need any more of them. He clenched his eyes tight shut and sucked his fingers before he could have a second thought. He sucked the bitter sludge right off his knuckles as his throat begged for him to gag. He swallowed eventually, coughing hysterically afterwards. Theresa licked her lips.
"Delicious," he rasped; green in the face.