Have A Taste...

"Augh!♡~...D-Do you really have to start under there, Kafka?....Mmm!♡~...T-That place is really sensitive~" Camila said as she arched her head back with an enthralled look in her eyes as she held on to my hair and let me lick on her sweaty skin below her underboob.

"Well, as sensitive as this place is, it's also the place where your daughter wants to taste you first, so I'm simply carrying out her orders." I said as I sucked her succulent skin into my mouth, which just entered my mouth at the slightest slurp because of how fatty and abundant it was, like it were pasta. "And don't act like you're not enjoying this situation now with your daughter watching, since it's quite obvious that you're excited right now with how fast your heart is beating."