The shared silliness has a shared effect. They may be stuck together, but at least they're not alone. The thought quirks the corners of Rose's mouth up, just a bit. Of course, her smile becomes more of a grimace as the absurd phallus approaches. Though Noctis tries to be respectful with his banana-bandying, it's still going to be a hard act to swallow.
Rose takes a breath through her nose, as her lips fight opening. Look, she tells herself, this is what you're signing up for. This is probably the least invasive shenanigan Amani is going to throw your way, so you might as well be a big girl and take your medicine. The journey of a thousand cocks begins with a single something-or-other.
She lets the breath out through her mouth and raises her chin to plant a peck on the pecker. She chose it for a reason, after all, not (only) out of sophomoric humor. She makes a ring of her lips to suck the tip, then uncertainly glides her tongue along its length. Is she doing this right? She makes eye contact with Noctis, then looks away, blushing.
Enough playing around. With a low "aahh," she leans forward, allowing the confectionery cock into her mouth and down her throat... only to immediately gag and start coughing. She tries to face it again, but her watering eyes reflexively shut and her hands instinctitively ward off the offending member.
"Fuck," she manages to say. She imagines this is probably the least-sexy display Amani has ever witnessed, but the string appears to take pity on her and loosens its grip. After all, the string recognizes what Rose does not: that her vulnerability is probably more intimate than anything she was going to do on purpose.
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Rose takes a breath through her nose, as her lips fight opening. Look, she tells herself, this is what you're signing up for. This is probably the least invasive shenanigan Amani is going to throw your way, so you might as well be a big girl and take your medicine. The journey of a thousand cocks begins with a single something-or-other.
She lets the breath out through her mouth and raises her chin to plant a peck on the pecker. She chose it for a reason, after all, not (only) out of sophomoric humor. She makes a ring of her lips to suck the tip, then uncertainly glides her tongue along its length. Is she doing this right? She makes eye contact with Noctis, then looks away, blushing.
Enough playing around. With a low "aahh," she leans forward, allowing the confectionery cock into her mouth and down her throat... only to immediately gag and start coughing. She tries to face it again, but her watering eyes reflexively shut and her hands instinctitively ward off the offending member.
"Fuck," she manages to say. She imagines this is probably the least-sexy display Amani has ever witnessed, but the string appears to take pity on her and loosens its grip. After all, the string recognizes what Rose does not: that her vulnerability is probably more intimate than anything she was going to do on purpose.