Our Daughter Has Truly Grown Up, Hasn't She?

"Now, now, Bella...Is that how you treat someone who's trying to help you out?" 

Camila patted her daughter's shoulders to console her, as she wasn't really against the idea, since she was also intrigued by the thought of her daughter's pale white chest covered in her fluids, which was surely a sight to galore and admire that would surely fuel her perverted desires.

"And I personally think that we should follow what Kafka said for our safety, especially since we've done much more shameful things today, which makes this look tame in comparison..." Camila said with a teasing look in her eyes as she looked at her daughter's flustered face, which made Bella remember all the vulgar things she did with her mother this past hour and the levels of intimacy both of them reached that no other mother and daughter out there have gone through, no matter how close they may be.