Kafka's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile, his eyes glinting with victory as he reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, mirroring the gesture he'd given Abigaille.
"That's my girl..." He murmured, his voice rich with approval, his thumb brushing over her lips, sending a jolt of heat through her. "Both of you, my beautiful mothers, giving yourselves to me. There's nothing more I could ever want."
Abigaille let out a soft, delighted laugh, her body shifting closer, her breasts pressing harder against Kafka's chest as she nuzzled his shoulder.
"Oh, sweetie..." She purred, her voice dripping with adoration. "You make us so happy, you know? Knowing that we're yours, that we can give you everything—it's all we've ever wanted."
Her hand slid up his chest, fingers tracing lazy circles, her devilish energy amplifying the intimacy of the moment, making the air hum with desire.
