Olivia blinked, her mind sluggishly clawing its way out of the daze that had enveloped her, the shocking image of Abigaille's lips on Kafka's cock still searing her thoughts.
To her surprise, she found herself seated at the dinner table, the world snapping into focus as a spoon hovered before her lips, its contents tantalizingly close but unable to enter her now-closed mouth. She gulped, confusion flooding her as she registered the voices behind her.
"Look, Mom, she's finally awake." Kafka's voice rang out, bright with amusement, a playful lilt cutting through the haze.
"Oh, it seems like she is." Abigaille replied, her tone a warm, teasing purr, her presence a palpable heat at Olivia's side.
Olivia turned, her breath catching as she found Kafka right behind her, his chiseled frame looming close, his bare chest glistening in the dim light. Abigaille was beside her, her bronzed curves pressed against his side, her purple underwear clinging to her like a second skin.
