Bella wanted to cover her chest up since she could feel my intense gaze on her pale white mounds. But Camila would give a strict look at her whenever she tried to do so, like she was telling her to keep it open and let me look at her raw body without clothes to hinder my sight.
"How does it feel to have my daughter sit on you, Kafka?...It must feel really comfortable with the supple little butt she's got, right?" Camila asked me about her daughter's ass, which made Bella look at Camila in a pleading manner for her not to say any unnecessary things when she was already beyond ashamed of the bizarre situation she was currently in.
