Kafka's chuckle was warm, his hands sliding down her waist, then moving to wrap around her belly, his fingers playing with the soft, slender flesh, a hint of muscle beneath showing she kept herself fit. The touch was intimate, teasing, making her squirm with embarrassment as he kneaded her belly like dough.
"Alright, my curious girlfriend, tell me about this shaft then." He said, his voice a low, coaxing growl. "What's catching your eye first? The thickness, or the length? What's got you so surprised, huh?"
Olivia's fingers glided along his shaft, like she was polishing a prized artifact. She answered without hesitation, her voice a soft, awestruck whisper.
