Even with her hands free, those coils needed no reminder to tell her she wasn't escaping. Even now, she can still feel them as she stared down at those two cocks with lidded, almost empty eyes. It was strange how willing she was to worship the double cock of a giant monster, but the warmth she feels around her is too tempting. She's already captive, and burning with need. The only way she can think again is see this through.

At least one of them is insistently poking at her mouth, so Konoka eventually does get the hint, albeit more by instinct than actual recognition. Her mouth opens wide by reflex and attempts to push over the tip. It's quite a bit though. How much could any of it fit? Why is she thinking like this?