She Knelt Akin to a Pious Devout...
In the darkness, two silhouettes could be faintly distinguished. From their shape, one could have guessed that one was a woman kneeling right in front of a man, akin to a pious devout. One could even say a very pious devout.
The obscurity made it so none could see the woman's face. She had been previously proudly bragging about her night vision and her wonderful technique. But now all that could be heard was her muffled panting that echoed in the otherwise empty room.
That is when the man commanded in an assured tone. "Go on, touch it. It's not going to bite. Stroke the head all you want. In fact, you can play with the entirety of its length, no need to be shy."
Her rapid breathing betrayed how eager she was. "T-this… is it alright? It's bigger than I thought. But, somehow, it kinda looks cute. I'll just try touching it quickly and… AH!" she gasped.
"What is it?", the man considerately asked.