Kafka's voice was a low, dirty purr as he leaned closer, the massive sausage still dangling from the fork, its thick, glistening form a taunting promise inches from her lips.
"Alright, Mom..." He growled, his eyes burning with dominance. "Time to take this fat fucking sausage into that pretty little mouth of yours. Gotta take it deep, make it feel real good in there." He pressed the sausage against her lips, its warm, spiced surface teasing her, his voice dropping to a filthy whisper. "Ever had something this thick in your mouth before, Mom? Something so big it stretches you wide, fills you up till you can't think straight?"
Olivia's cheeks flamed, her heart pounding as she shook her head, her voice a shy, trembling whisper.
