Kafka chuckled at Camila's proposal, finding it both amusing and endearing.
"You know, cleaning my soiled member with your own hands is quite a dirty task, Camila...Are you really okay with doing that for me?"
Camila gulped nervously, her slender fingers still wrapped tightly around Kafka's thick shaft.
"I-I know it may seem dirty, Kafka...But after denying you for so long, this is the least I can do to appease your-...u-urgent needs."
Kafka smirked at Camila's flustered response, amused by her determination despite her obvious nervousness.
"Well, since you're so insistent on tasting your daughter's essence, who am I to refuse such a generous offer?" He chuckled, his member throbbing slightly in her grip.
Camila's face turned a shade redder at Kafka's words, her heart pounding in her chest. She timidly looked up at him, her blue eyes meeting his, and then cast her gaze downwards towards the monster in her hand.
