Kafka's satisfied smile widened, his eyes glinting with dark amusement as he listened to her depraved fantasies. His hand slid from her anus, slick with her arousal, and moved to her pussy, fingers brushing her swollen clit with a teasing flick that made her cry out, her hips bucking against his touch.
"You know your little boy so well, Mom." He growled, as he slipped two thick fingers into her dripping cunt, curling them to stroke her sensitive walls. "You nailed it—every fucking thing I'd do to a daughter like you. Lock you up, fuck you senseless, make you mine. You predicted it perfectly."
"Aahhh!♡~ Oohhh!♡~ Mmmmh!♡~ Aughh!♡~ Yeahhh!♡~ Yesss!♡~"
Abigaille moaned, her head tilting back as his fingers pumped into her, the wet squelch of her pussy filling the kitchen. Her body trembled, her thighs shaking as she chased the pleasure, her ass still grinding against his cock.
But then Kafka's voice took on a darker edge, his smile turning wicked.
