Kafka glanced down at Olivia, his cock resting heavy against the inside of cheek, her lips still wet with spit and precum. His palm cradled the back of her head, thumb stroking her hair almost tenderly as he spoke in a low, commanding tone.
"Easy now, Olive. Don't bob too much. June's got work to do, and I don't need you choking on me while she's trying to measure you."
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
Olivia's eyes darted up to his, wide and pleading, his cock still brushing the corner of her lips.
"Mmm?!?!"
She gave a muffled whimper, as though asking what else he could possibly want of her.
"That mouth of yours won't go to waste, so don't worry, Olive."
Kafka's smirk widened and then tilted her chin, dragging his thick shaft out of her mouth and across her face until it rested against her temple like a brand.
