[ Rose has used her body as a weapon. Even now, she arguably still does. It's not literal. Instead of a sharp jab or swing of her leg, it's the softness of her skin and warmth of being close. Bright eyes and brighter smiles, quiet giggles of enjoyment in-between breathless kisses. She's been deadly in the literal sense and now is becoming so in metaphorical ways. An interesting duality, indeed.
This is a much preferable battle though. One where usually everyone wins and are left content with the results. Rose knows she will be anyway, catching Janus' lips in increasingly needy kisses as those fingers of theirs continue to work on her. She can feel them building up in tension though, the rough edge of their voice and heat of their cock against her leg as they ask for permission. ]
Please, [ she encourages, giving a little happy peep as her leg is hoisted up and her knee hooks over their shoulder. ]
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This is a much preferable battle though. One where usually everyone wins and are left content with the results. Rose knows she will be anyway, catching Janus' lips in increasingly needy kisses as those fingers of theirs continue to work on her. She can feel them building up in tension though, the rough edge of their voice and heat of their cock against her leg as they ask for permission. ]
Please, [ she encourages, giving a little happy peep as her leg is hoisted up and her knee hooks over their shoulder. ]