Chapter 732: Submerged Between Two Flower Petals…

Olivia shook her head violently, as if trying to scatter her wicked thoughts like dust in the wind.

‘How…How could I even think about that right now?!’ She scolded herself. ‘We’re so high up, hundreds of feet above the ground, and if he slips for even a second, we’d both die! This isn’t the time to…to…’

Her inner voice trailed off as her thighs subconsciously pressed tighter around his waist, the warmth and weight of him still branded into her mind.

She forced herself to look up at him, intending to reprimand him, but the moment her eyes met his, she faltered. His gaze was steady and calm, and the faintest curl of amusement tugged at his lips. Her cheeks flushed deeper.

Still, she gathered her courage and stammered out. “K-Kafi…why is…why is that part of you so hard right now? It’s pushing against me…”

Her voice softened timidly as her eyes flicked away for a second. “Is it because…we’re so high up? I-I’ve heard some people get excited in dangerous situations. Is that it? Is that why?”

She expected a flustered reaction, maybe even a sheepish apology. Instead, Kafka’s smirk deepened as he tilted his head slightly.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, his tone infuriatingly casual. “I don’t really understand. You’ll have to be more specific, Mom.”

The calm ignorance in his voice made her stomach twist. ‘He’s doing this on purpose…’

“Kafi, you’re teasing me!” She said, her voice pitching slightly higher. “You obviously know what I’m talking about, so just admit it already!”

He shook his head slowly, his eyes glittering. “Not at all. I really can’t understand unless you tell me…clearly.”

Her face burned hotter as she glared at him, but she could see from his expression that he wasn’t going to give her any leeway.

‘H-He’s not going to stop…she realized.’

Her heart pounding as her body squirmed slightly in his arms. Her movement pressed her lower body even closer to his, and she froze as she felt his hardness push deeper against her, perfectly aligned with her most sensitive place.

A tiny, involuntary whimper escaped her lips.

“K-Kafi…” She breathed, her voice small and pleading. But his calm, patient stare told her he wasn’t going to relent until she said it.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she gathered what little courage she had left.

“It’s…It’s your penis.” She whispered, her words trembling. “I’m talking about your penis. It’s…It’s pushing against me right now, and I’m asking why it’s so hard…”

But Kafka didn’t answer. Instead, his smirk widened ever so slightly.

“Hmm? What part is it pushing against?”

Olivia’s eyes widened at the audacity of the question, her face glowing a furious red.

“Y-You—” She began, but the weight and heat pressing there distracted her thoughts again. Her voice softened into a shy, flustered murmur.

“It’s…against my vagina…” She whispered, her lashes lowering. “It’s pushing deep…against my vagina right now.”

Her body shivered as she admitted it, a wave of heat flooding through her.

“How deep?” He asked smoothly, his voice low and probing.

Olivia nearly squeaked at the question, her body trembling as she tried to find the words. “It’s…I-It’s quite deep. It’s stuck right between…a-and it’s perfectly along the inner line of my vagina. I-It feels like it’s engraving itself inside me.”

Kafka let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. “Ah…That makes sense.”

Her eyes flicked up at him nervously.

“No wonder.” He murmured, his tone teasing yet rich with heat. “I thought I felt something…warm. Enveloping me completely. So it’s your two soft labias wrapping around me like this…”

Olivia’s entire face went crimson as she buried herself into his chest with a muffled whimper, her nails gripping his shirt tight.

Olivia squirmed slightly in his lap, her hands clutching at his shirt as she tried to gather herself.

“K-Kafi…Y-You still didn’t answer my question.”

She whispered, her voice quivering as his hard length rubbed against the sensitive place between her legs. The motion made her body jolt slightly, heat gathering low in her belly.

“Why…Why are you so hard right now?” She asked again, her tone timid yet desperate for an answer. “You’re…you’re rubbing against my p-pussy like this…It’s…absurd…”

Kafka let out a low chuckle, his eyes half-lidded as he leaned down close to her ear. His breath was hot against her skin, sending an electric shiver down her spine.

“Of course I’m hard.” He said, his voice smooth and sultry, each word dripping with an almost predatory heat. “Why wouldn’t I be? Look at what I’m pressed up against right now.”

One of his hands slid down her back and gripped her hips firmly, pulling her down harder onto his lap as he rocked his own hips up in a slow, grinding motion.

Olivia gasped as she felt the thick outline of him pressing even more insistently against her soft folds, separated only by layers of clothes that now felt far too thin.

“Your body…” He murmured, almost reverently but with a filthy undertone. “Your sexy, perfect body is right in my arms. These breasts…” He pressed her chest flush against his own, making her breath hitch. “…so fat and juicy, like two ripe fruits just begging to be devoured.”

“They’re crushing against me, Mom…so soft, so heavy…You really expect me to stay calm with these milk-colored beauties pressing up on me like this?”

“K-Kafi! Don’t talk like that!” She cried, her face burning as she buried her face into his neck.

But her protests were weak, betrayed by the tremble in her voice and the way her fingers gripped his shirt tighter.

He smirked darkly, tilting his hips up again to grind against her core.

“And this pussy…” He said in a low growl, his voice almost vibrating against her ear. “Even through all those clothes, I can feel your lips…so plump, so soft, so juicy and fatty…like they’re molding themselves perfectly around my cock. You’re clenching already, aren’t you?”

“N-No! They aren’t…” She whimpered, her body quivering as another slow roll of his hips sent sparks shooting up her spine.

But Kafka didn’t stop. His tone only grew filthier, dirtier, as he continued rubbing himself against her, savoring every little jolt and tremble of her body.

“Every time I grind against you like this, I can feel you quiver, Olivia.” He whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re so sensitive…I bet if I pushed just a little harder, I’d feel your wetness soaking through these clothes already.”

“D-Don’t…Don’t do that…!” She squeaked, but her voice was barely more than a breathy moan now.

“Mm, but it’s true, isn’t it?” He teased. “You’re getting wet for me already…I can feel that slight dampness even now. You really are such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Kafi…” She whimpered again, her mind spinning from the relentless assault of his words and movements.

He leaned back slightly, his smirk widening as he looked her flushed, trembling face over. “Tell me, Mom…” He said softly. “Describe how it feels. I want to hear you say it.”

Her eyes widened in horror. “W-What?!”

“You heard me. Tell me how it feels to have my cock pressed up against your pussy like this.”

Olivia bit her lip hard, her entire body trembling as Kafka’s cock rubbed against her pussy again, this time more insistently, as if he were slowly carving himself into her through the thin fabric.

Her mind was spinning. She had never felt so overwhelmed in her life, especially since she was on too of a tree right now, her chest heaving, her thighs clamping around him without meaning to, her nails digging into his shoulders as she struggled to stay composed.

But Kafka wasn’t letting her go. His hands gripped her hips like a vice, pulling her tight and grinding her down onto his length in a slow, sinful rhythm that made her legs weak.

“K-Kafi…!” She whimpered, her voice cracking with both embarrassment and something hotter, darker, that made her chest ache.

“You still haven’t answered my question, Mom.” His voice was calm, smooth, almost cruel in its warmth as his eyes gleamed in the dim light. “I asked you how it feels.”

Her lashes fluttered, and she tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin in his fingers and tilted her flushed face back up to him.

“I, I can’t.” She stammered. “It’s too, too embarrassing—”

“Oh?” He smirked, tilting his head slightly as his thumb brushed her lower lip. “But I can feel your body trembling every time I move. You’re soaking me through already, Mom…and yet you can’t even say it?”

Her breath caught as he rolled his hips again, the thick, heated length of him pressing so perfectly along the line of her folds that she felt it throb against her.

“I…I…” Her voice broke.

“Say it, Mom.” He murmured, his tone dipping lower, thick with desire. “Say exactly how it feels.”

Her resistance crumbled under the relentless heat in his gaze, under the slow, devastating friction that made her thighs quiver helplessly.

“It’s…It’s so thick.” She whispered, her voice trembling as she finally let the words slip out. “Your cock…it’s so thick and hard…I can feel it pressing right against my pussy…every little movement is driving me crazy.”