Kafka's eyes flicked briefly to Abigaille, catching the envious glint in her gaze as her hips rocked faster against his thigh, her pussy leaving a slick, glistening trail, her body trembling with a frustrated, desperate need. Her soft, resentful mumbles reached his ears, but he dismissed them with a subtle smirk, choosing instead to focus on Olivia, whose fascination with his cock was far more captivating.
His hand closed over hers, guiding her fingers along his throbbing shaft, his voice a low, sultry growl that pulled her deeper into their taboo game.
"Hey Mom..." He murmured, his eyes locking onto hers with a fervent intensity. "Imagine this massive cock sliding in and out of your pussy, stretching you, filling you and use that same force, that same pressure, to stroke me now. Move your hand up and down, make your boyfriend feel good."
