Olivia's bold declaration,.her hand gripping Kafka's throbbing bulge, vowing to ease his pain herself, had been a vow of love, her eyes shimmering with devotion, her resolve a fire that burned through her shame.
But Kafka's response caught her off guard, his smile gentle, his head shaking as he leaned closer, his voice a low, soothing murmur that tempered her fiery determination.
"Mom, you don't gotta force yourself." He said, his eyes warm with concern, his hand resting on hers, still curled around his cock through his underwear. "I can tell you're uncomfortable, and that's okay. You're new to this, and it's a lot."
"Just leave it to Mom, she's done this before, knows how to handle it. She doesn't mind, and I don't want you doing something that's hard for you." His words were tender, a protective gesture that made her heart warm, but they also sparked a flare of jealousy, a fear of losing this intimate moment to Abigaille's experienced hands.
