Abigaille knelt before Kafka, her face glistening with his thick, sticky cum, streaks of it dripping from her cheeks, her lips, her forehead, and pooling in the deep valley of her cleavage. Her heavy breasts, slick with his release, heaved with each ragged breath, her purple nipples still hard from the intensity of their taboo act.
She then reached up, her fingers trembling slightly as she wiped the cum from her face, smearing it across her skin before licking her fingers clean, savoring the salty taste with a soft, submissive moan. Her eyes flicked up to Kafka, who was also busy tucking his softening cock back into his jeans, his satisfied grin a stark contrast to the flustered heat in her cheeks.
