Chihiro shudders drastically when Monkling leaves off, aching at the pleasure she didn't have. Her thighs tremble wildly with the delight of it, but she knows that the longer this lasts, the better it will be. She whispers, "No, I don't want it over." When Stone kneads the back of her neck, Chihiro moans and arches her back, leaning into his touch. She looks at Stone's cock, fascinated at the idea of sucking him, tasting him, and she turns her upper body to align with Stone's pelvis, and her full lips touch the tip of Stone's cock. She kisses the tip of it first, then she samples the flavor of it with a tentative lick. She can taste Stone, but the flavor of Monkling's juices are on it, too, and she revels in that flavor.<br/><br/>She takes it in her mouth further, curious about how hard Stone would get, how fast he'd pump into her mouth, how much spunk he'd shoot in her mouth, if he did do it in her mouth at all--she noticed how he eyed Monkling; he must conflicted about which lovely woman should envelop his cock in her willing mouth.