Abigaille's eyes narrowed at Kafka's cock, a hungry edge to her stare as she licked her lips. "Oh, Kafi, I'm gonna love sucking this!" She purred, her voice low and eager. "I'll take it deep, all the way to my throat, let your cum hit that sweet spot right at the back. That's where it tastes best, you know." She leaned closer, her breath hot against the tip, her anticipation practically vibrating.
Olivia watched, her heart thumping, her gaze locked on the scene. She told herself she was just observing, taking mental notes for some vague, hypothetical future where she might need to know this stuff.
Not that she'd ever do it herself, of course, just in case and her body warmed, a flush creeping up her neck as she studied Abigaille's movements, the way her lips hovered so confidently.
