Kafka's gaze dropped to Olivia's hands, his eyes gleaming with amusement and admiration as he studied the now, clean palms, slick but free of any trace of his semen.
"Well, damn, Mom." He said, his voice a low, impressed growl, a teasing smile curling his lips. "Look at that, you and Mom did a hell of a job. Not even a sliver of my cum left on your hands."
"Seems like she was real thirsty for it, huh? Didn't leave a single drop behind." His tone was playful, but the heat in his eyes sent a flush of warmth through Olivia's body, her heart racing with a flustered pride.
Abigaille, still nestled against him, her body soft and pliant from her climax, cuddled closer, her eyes shimmering with a loving, post, ecstatic glow.
