[ She can't help but chuckle at the way he apologizes, pulls his hands back. She can tell that the movement is reluctant, that he doesn't want to let her go, and being the sort of person she is, she's inclined for a moment to soothe him, to tell him that he can do exactly as he likes.

But that would be against the point of what they're doing here, wouldn't it?

And so instead, she offers him a sweet smile, a slow stroke of his second cock as a reward, her eyes crinkling in delight. ]

Good, [ she murmurs, and then, because somehow it feels like the right thing to say: ] Good boy.

[ She presses a kiss to the weeping head of his cock. ]

If you keep being good for me like this I'll let you have anything you want, alright? But first I want you to take it just like this.

[ And she lowers her mouth to him again, starting to work both cocks in rhythm once more, movements quick and smooth, her goal of taking him to the edge quite clear now. ]