Kafka tilted his head, completely amused with what he was seeing.
Two women had already squirted puddles across the tiles, and from the wet slapping noises filling the hall he knew the others weren't far behind.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
Fingers plunged, knuckles rubbed, the air trembled with the sticky rhythm of a dozen pussies being fingered and stretched. They were close, so close to breaking again.
But what held his attention most wasn't the chorus of masturbating women, or even the mess they were making of his floor.
It was Olivia's chest. Her massive breasts swung as she bobbed, her nipples, those stubborn, hidden things, finally showing themselves. Not fully. Not yet.
Just halfway out, pink tips trembling, teasing the air like they were testing if they dared emerge.
Kafka's grin sharpened. They were almost there. Almost out. He only needed one final push, one final shock to break Olivia's body completely open. He knew exactly what to do.
