Kafka's smile was infuriatingly calm, his eyes glinting with a playful menace as he leaned closer, his hand still resting on her neck, his thumb brushing her jaw.
"Aw, Mom, I don't mean no harm." He purred, his voice a filthy caress, dripping with mock innocence. "I'm calling you a slut because I thought it'd make you feel good. Isn't that what you want? To feel like my dirty little girl, taking this sausage like a fucking champ?" He said, turning her protest into another layer of their perverse game, and Olivia's jaw dropped, her voice rising with absurd disbelief.
"Why in the world would being called a slut make me feel good?!" She demanded, her tone incredulous, her eyes searching his for some shred of reason. "Where'd you even get that idea, Kafi? That's...that's insane!" Her frustration surged, her body trembling with anger and arousal, her pussy soaking through her underwear as his dominance stoked her shameful desires.
