Abigaille, wanting to stir matters even more, seized the moment to push the boundaries further. Her eyes flicked to Olivia, a teasing glint dancing in them as she leaned closer, her voice a sultry murmur that dripped with provocation.
"Come on, Liv." She purred, her fingers still brushing Kafka's bulge, tracing its daunting outline with shameless familiarity. "You should touch Kafi's cock too. Feel how strong our son is underneath, how...impressive."
"...Once you do, you'll be so proud, just like I am."
"I mean, forget competitions, top grades, or fancy universities. None of that compares to the pride of having a son with a cock this massive."
"He's one in a billion, Olivia, a stallion. No one else in the world comes close. So, go on, feel it. Feel our son's pride."
Olivia's cheeks flamed, her heart pounding as she shook her head vehemently, her voice trembling with defiance.
