Olivia's cheeks burned as Kafka let her sit up, his arms wrapping around her in a warm, fervent embrace that pressed her body against his, her hand still curled around his throbbing cock.
His gaze was intense, a smoldering fire that made her heart race, and his voice dropped to a low, husky murmur as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear.
"Hey, Mom, can you feel how hard my cock is right now?" He asked, his tone thick with desire, his eyes searching hers. "It's throbbing so damn much, just for you. You feel that, don't you?"
