Camila shot Kafka a quick glance, catching his grin, and winked before turning back to Abigaille. "Oh, don't look to Kafka for help, Abi—he's enjoying this too much! Look at him over there, smirking like a kid in a candy store...Bet he's thinking about how lucky he is to have all this in front of him."
Nina's laughter rang out, bright and teasing, as she tossed her hair with a flourish, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Yeah, he's not gonna save you—he's too busy drooling! Come on, Abi, just one little squeeze think of it as a bonding moment! We'll be gentle...maybe."
Her voice dripped with playful intent, her body shifting forward like a predator ready to pounce, her hands twitching as if she could already feel Abigaille's massive, soft breasts beneath her fingers.
She took a step closer, her grin widening, fully prepared to grope Abigaille in the most exaggerated, lecherous way possible. But just as she lunged, a voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding.
