"Did I knock out soda?"

You stand up nervously, looking around. No soda or syrup seem to be knocked on the floor, yet a strong sweet scent fills the room.

Amelia points at the corner of the room "Could you bring me the vacuum?"

You see what seem to be a vacuum cleaner is stored not far from the couch, you approach it and can't find the broom that goes with it. It's just a silicon head at the end of a flexible tube. Either way, you grab the device and turn around.

Amelia pull her dress up, revealing her skinny, pale legs and ... a cock longer than her arm leaking a pool of precum on the carpet. She's lifting off the base and waves in your direction. "I'm so sorry you have to see this, but can you help me a bit? Just... just extend the nozzle around the tip... sorry"

You kneel in front of her enormous cock, extend the silicon nozzle to fit around the head of her enormous cock, gently insert on the head and let the nozzle retract around it.

As she feels that the device is in position, she leaves a deep moan from the bottom of her throat.

"HHHUUUUuuuuuu oh yes..."

Inches from your face, a spurt of cum flows into the nozzle before being vacuumed in the device itself.

You look at her to see if she's okay, she placed a hand in front of her face, obviously embarrassed by the whole situation. Well, might as well try to be serviceable to appease the tension. You grab a paper tower from the table, and go back to a kneeling position to clean the pool of cum sinking into the carpet.

Then you see it, gigantic balls resting heavily on the floor. That was the thing she tried to hire in her profile, her pictures and under that blue dress. Their skin isn't like usual testicles, it's plump and hairless, as if they were an enormous pair of breasts resting on the floor. You wonder if they feel soft, if they jiggle, if she would let you touch them.

Back from cleaning the floor, you get up and Amelia is now hiding her face with both hands, blushing bright red.

"I think we're done now, you can leave"

You take a trip to the kitchen to throw away the paper towel. It wasn't that embarrassing, was it? You look at your reflection in the window. Hey, you're a cute guy, you can be smooth, you can comfort a self conscious girl. Worst case scenario is the same.

You grab a bag of snacks from the kitchen countertops, you walk back to the living room, nonchalantly pop it open, nonchalantly chew as you're sitting back next to her.

You just need to find something to change her mood.