The crown prince didn't react any more than he had, but Rose wasn't deterred—just having his attention was more than enough. She knew exactly what to do; he had shown her too many times to miss it.
She reached for his pants, and when she wasn't met with any resistance, Rose undid them. The crown prince didn't stop her. As the pants came loose, it was like freeing a monster that had been trapped in a cage. Rose gasped as his strained cock hit her hand.
She could have sworn she heard a chuckle, but there was no time to confirm it. She grabbed it, and it pulsed in her hand, the pink tip glistening. It was bigger than she remembered, but there was no need to think about that—she had to get to work. It had fit in her mouth before; it would fit again.
