Kafka's voice was a low, dirty growl, his eyes burning with delight as he leaned closer, the sausage still deep in her throat, bulging beneath her skin.
"God Mom, you're taking it so good." He purred, his hand tightening on her neck, his thumb tracing the bulge. "But we aren't done yet."
"I'm gonna move this fat sausage in and out, slide it deep in your throat, make sure that juicy flavor spreads everywhere."
"...So, you ready to get fucked by this meat, Mom? Ready to feel it pump your throat like a greedy little slut?" He said a promise of violation, and Olivia's pussy clenched, her arousal spiking despite the degradation, her body trembling with a desperate need to please him.
Before she could respond, Kafka pulled the sausage out, its thick length slipping from her mouth with a wet, obscene pop, leaving her gasping, her chest heaving as she sucked in air, her lips glistening with saliva.
