The guilt, shame, and embarrassment felt from doing something like this were incredibly important for Cero.
Because without those things, then what made Roka different from the cock-hungry whores that roamed the streets of Wor at all hours of the night? What made her different from the sluts that filled Wor's nightclubs, begging to be allowed to suck dick in an alley or even the nightclub's bathroom?
Cero stared at the silhouette of her head, going up and down under the blanket as his cock was inserted and extracted.
He gulped as silently as he could.
What to say? What to do? Fuck her? Tease her? When the blanket comes off, will she feel bad about being found out? It wouldn't be the same if she didn't…
His shaking hand started moving towards her head, towards the blanket covering her body.
The moment of truth was approaching.
She gagged on his cock, and Cero's hand came into contact with her head.
Her whole body froze. His hand took hold of the blanket and-
'...?!'
