Abigaille, sensing the sensational moment, decided to push it further, as she pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto Kafka's with a teasing glint, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.
"Kafi..." She said, her tone commanding yet playful. "You're not done yet as those pants have got to go as well. Both of us are in our underwear, so it's time for you to join us completely."
She paused, her smile widening as she added.
"...And don't worry, I'll take care of it myself."
Before Kafka could respond, Abigaille crouched down, her fat ass jutting out provocatively, the curves straining against her soaked underwear.
Olivia's breath caught, her eyes fixed on the scene, anticipation and dread warring within her. She expected Kafka's lower body to be as well-built as his torso, a natural extension of his chiseled physique when she lowered his underwear.
