Kafka's grin widened, and he let out a low hum of approval. "Mmm...go on."
Her breath came faster, her body burning with shame and heat as she continued, her words spilling out now as if a dam had broken.
"It's...It's like it's molding into me...my pussy can feel every inch of it, even through these clothes...It's so big...so hot...and every time you grind against me, it feels like it's carving itself into my body, Kafi."
His eyes glinted, his smirk darkening as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear. "That's right...That's exactly what I wanted to hear, Mom. And how do your little lips feel around me right now?"
Her eyes widened, her breath catching as her thighs squeezed around him involuntarily.
"They...They feel like they're hugging you." She admitted in a tiny, broken voice. "My lips...They're wrapping around your cock, even through all these layers...I can feel how fat and hard you are, and it's, it's making my body heat up so much."
