Kafka pulled back just enough to look up at her, lips still wet from her skin, his breath hot against the swell of her breast. That slow, knowing smirk spread across his face.
"So, Mom..." He murmured, voice low and edged with amusement. "Do you want me to stop now...and leave these shy little things hiding..." His gaze dipped to the hollow where her nipple refused to show itself. "...or do you want me to keep going?"
"To...hunt them down, drag them out, suck until they've got no choice but to show themselves to me?"
Olivia's breath caught. She stared at him for a heartbeat, cheeks burning, shame twisting with heat low in her stomach. And then, without a single word, she slid her arms around him and crushed his face to her chest.
Her voice was breathless. "Deeper...Kafka...I want you to suck it deeper. I want you to take all of it, take my breasts!♡~"
