[ no problem at all. she moans into his mouth, breaking the kiss and ducking her head as she rolls her hips forward to start fucking his fingers. prep, she gets it, but god her head is clouded right now and she's half tempted to just outright demand his dick. the tentacle coiled around him tightens and starts pumping him, setting a slow, but steady pace as the others continue to try to work his shirt off. the one squeezing her chest starts thrusting in between her breasts, tip pressing against her lips now that her head is down, so it's no more than a few seconds before she's sucking on the tip of her own tentacle. ]