Kafka's heart pounded in disbelief, but Olivia only trembled, her voice breaking between sobs and moans.
"Kafi!♡~...oh God, you're so deep...it hurts...but it feels...it feels so good!♡~…"
Kafka's grip on the handlebar shook violently. He could barely steer. His other hand clutched at her waist as she squeezed around him, her pussy molding to his cock.
The pressure was insane, she was so tight, so wet, so hot around him that every inch of him throbbed, and he knew he wouldn't be able to last like this.
"Mom, please!" He hissed through gritted teeth. "At least move forward, let me stop the scooter! We're going to crash—"
But Olivia shook her head, her hair flying as the night wind whipped against them.
"No, Kafi. No. I can't stop!♡~ My body...it's moving on its own!♡~"
Her hips began to rock, slowly at first, then faster, as if guided by instinct alone.
"Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn!"
