Kafka guided Abigaille and Olivia toward the kitchen, his hands resting possessively on their exposed hips, his fingers brushing the bare skin where their skirts had ridden up. The warmth of his touch kept their pulses racing, their bodies still humming from the intensity of their earlier submission.
But just as they neared the dining area, Kafka stopped abruptly, his grip tightening for a moment as he turned to them with a casual, almost absent-minded expression.
"Oh, damn." He said, his voice light but laced with a hint of mischief. "I forgot to turn off the TV. You two go ahead and set the table, alright? I'll be right back."
Abigaille nodded with a playful smile, as she swayed her hips, her exposed ass jiggling slightly.
"Of course, Kafi." She purred, her voice dripping with devotion. "We'll have everything ready for you."
