Camila glanced back, her eyes widening with curiosity as she hesitated, her voice a soft question.
"What are you going to do, Kafka? What's your plan with this?"
But Kafka didn't say anything back and instead responded with a swift, firm slap to her pale ass, the sharp crack leaving a red mark as she moaned out in pain and ecstasy, her body jolting forward.
"A cow like you shouldn't ask what happens and should just follow my orders." He said, his voice a playful growl as he squeezed her stinging cheek, urging her closer. "Get over here—now."
Camila obeyed, her heart racing as she knelt over Abigaille's ass, positioning herself so her plump, milk-heavy breasts hovered just above Abigaille's twitching, purple anus.
"Alright, Kafka...I'm here."
She murmured, her voice trembling with anticipation as she pressed her pale skin against Abigaille's rich brown curves, their contrasting bodies a striking difference in the steamy light.
"I trust you do whatever you want."
