Kafka's voice was warm, coaxing, but the memory of his earlier darkness made them hesitate, their hands clasped tight as they stepped forward, still a little scared.
Seeing them hesitate, he patted his lap, his grin widening.
"Sit down...Both of you."
Seeing him call them in a caring manner, they finally gave in as they moved to him and settled onto his thighs—Abigaille's plush ass on one side, Bella's slender frame on the other their skin hot against his.
He hugged their waists, pulling them close with a possessive ease, his hands slipping beneath their pants and skirt, fingers finding their wet pussies with a slow, sensual tease.
Abigaille gasped, Bella whimpered, and he leaned in, biting Abigaille's ear gently as he murmured,
"Who do you belong to, Mom? Hmm?...Tell me who's this sexy body devoted to?"
Abigaille flushed, her breath hitching as his fingers curled inside her, her voice trembling with flustered heat.
"W-What, Kafi, you—"
