Kafka's eyes darkened with lust, his voice a husky murmur as he admired her.
"Fuck—that's so dirty, so beautiful, Mom. Look at you, showing your anus to your son like this—no other mother would dare. You're such a filthy cow."
She shivered, her hands trembling as she held herself open, her voice a soft, pleading confession.
"I can't help it, Kafi—my asshole twitches every time I see you!♡~ It's your fault for turning it into a tool of pleasure!♡~ I ache for you there, and I can't stop it!♡~"
"Ooooh!♡~ Mm!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Thwack!♡~ Aaaahh!♡~ Unghhh!♡~ Nnnmm!"
He chuckled, his thrusts into Camila unrelenting as he leaned closer to Abigaille, his voice warm with playful responsibility.
"If it's my fault, Mom, then it's my job to take care of it."
He said and suddenly spat onto her anus, a thick droplet landing on her twitching rim, then used his fingers to rub the slickness around her edges, making it slippery and glistening.
