Nina let out a nervous laugh, her earlier hesitation still lingering, but Camila's confidence was infectious. They turned together, their steps quickening as they approached the scene unfolding before them.
Abigaille was already locked in her task, her focus entirely on Kafka's lips, and the sight stopped them both in their tracks for a moment. Her kisses were sensual, deliberate—a slow, tantalizing dance of lips against his.
"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"
She pressed her mouth to his with a soft, wet sound, her lips parting slightly to tease his lower lip with a gentle suck, then pulling back only to dive in again, deeper, hungrier. Her head tilted just so, her breath mingling with his, and the faint moan that escaped her added a layer of raw dirtiness to the act.
"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"
