"Kafi!" She hissed, her voice a shocked whisper, her eyes darting to his cock, then to Olivia's sleeping form. "What are you doing? Put that away, right now!" Her hands flew to her chest, her body trembling with disbelief, her gaze flicking nervously between his erection and Olivia, her heart racing with panic.
"Why waste the moment, Mom?" Kafka chuckled, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it slowly, the motion alluring and teasing. "We're both awake, aren't we? Mom's out cold, and we've got this bed to ourselves. Might as well have a little fun, just you and me." His grin was lewd, his hand moving faster, the sight of his cock pulsing under his grip making Abigaille's breath hitch, her body warm despite her protests.
