Kafka, as always, looked to know what he was doing and had a solemn look on his face, like he was focusing and trying his best to make sure that there wasn't any toxin remaining. But at the same time, he was moving his tongue around on her skin in a passionate manner, like he was trying to make sure it was a pleasurable experience for her, which made her pat his head full of soft and silky hair that was darker than her own for being so thoughtful and caring towards her when he really didn't have to and was going the extra mile just for her.
"Mwah!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ohh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmm!♡~"
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