Hearing this vile statement, Abigaille's head snapped up, her lips pulling free from Kafka's cock with a wet pop as fury blazed in her eyes, her voice rising in outrage.
"That disgusting—!"
But before she could finish, she caught Kafka's gaze—silent, cold, staring past the room into some abyss and her words died in her throat.
His expression was a void, a terrifying stillness that froze her blood, and she didn't dare speak.
With a trembling breath, she dove back down, sucking his cock with frantic urgency, her tongue swirling as if to appease the demon she sensed stirring in him.
"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"
Bella froze too, her lips trembling against his shaft, but Kafka's hand pushed her deeper, his grip unyielding as he also held his mother's head in place, their mouths working together, while Olivia, oblivious to her son's murderous thoughts, ranted on, her voice a torrent of revulsion.
