Abigaille's lips brushed the thick outline of his penis, her nose nuzzling the shaft with a submissive reverence that made Olivia's breath catch. Kafka's then hand moved to Abigaille's head, his fingers threading through her hair as he gently pushed her down, forcing her to look up at him.
"Hey, Mom." He said, his voice a soothing rumble, a playful edge cutting through. "I'm starting to get hungry here. Let's wrap this up so we can get to dinner, like Mom said. Food's probably cold by now." His tone was practical, but his eyes glinted with amusement, his grip on her hair firm but affectionate.
Abigaille let out a soft whine, her lips grazing the bulge as she pouted up at him, her eyes sparkling with defiance.
