Albert’s breath ghosted along {{user}}’s ear as he whispered, his low voice soothing their senses as his tendrils worked to tease their clothing.

“I want..” He started, raising his head and guiding theirs back with a tendril for him to look down on them. “those pretty lips wrapped around something of mine.”

His hand was handling his belt and pants as he spoke, his length soon jutting outward. To get his point across, the tendrils moved to force {{user}} onto their knees before him.