Kafka then set the phone aside, his gaze returning to her, his smile turning playful as he shifted the focus back to their heated exchange.
"Alright, Mom, let's get back to what's important." He said, his voice a low, coaxing growl, his eyes flicking to the massive cock still pulsing in her hand. "You're my girlfriend, remember? You've got my cock right in front of you, thick and hard, just for you."
"…So, what's next? What's my beautiful girl gonna do with it now?" His hand rested on her thigh, squeezing gently, urging her to dive deeper into their taboo role play.
Olivia's breath caught, her body buzzing with a feverish arousal that drowned out her hesitation. She gazed at his cock, its sheer size looming over her, the veiny shaft glistening with a primal power that made her heart race.
Her fingers tightened around its base, the heat searing her palm, as if holding it might spark an idea and she bit her lip, her eyes flicking to his, shimmering with a shy, embarrassed longing, knowing that she was about to say something really shameful.
"I…I'd want to give it a little sniff, Kafi." She shockingly admitted, her voice a soft, trembling whisper, her cheeks flaming as she forced the words out. "I'd want to see what my…my boyfriend smells like, down there."
Hearing this, Kafka's brow shot up, a surprised chuckle escaping him as he caressed her cheek, his touch warm and teasing. "Well, damn, Mom." He said, his voice dripping with playful delight, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I thought you'd be this nerdy college girl, always buried in books, keeping to herself…But turns out, deep down, you're a naughty little thing, huh? Getting all worked up over sniffing your man's cock?" His thumb brushed her lower lip, his gaze burning into hers, daring her to embrace the forbidden desire she'd confessed.
Olivia's face burned, her head shaking frantically as she tried to deflect, her voice a flustered protest.
"No, Kafi, it's not like that!" She insisted, her eyes wide with embarrassment, her fingers twitching against his cock. "I'm not…I'm not some pervert who gets off on sniffing men's private parts! It's just like I said before an observation. I'm curious, that's all. Your cock's so big, so…unique, I just want to know what it smells like, to understand it better." Her words tumbled out, her cheeks flaming hotter as she clung to her excuse, her body trembling with a nervous anticipation.
Kafka's smile widened, his hand sliding to the back of her head, his fingers tangling gently in her hair as he leaned closer, his voice a low, commanding murmur. "Then go on, my curious girlfriend." He said, his tone thick with anticipation. "Smell your boyfriend's cock. Get in there, take a good whiff, and tell me what it's like."
"Does it turn you on, or is it too much for you? Be honest and tell if it smells good, or you find it disgusting?…I wouldn't blame you if you did; not every girl's into a man's scent down there." He said, his grip on her head firm but gentle, guiding her closer to his throbbing shaft.
Olivia's heart pounded, her body perched on his lap, the sheer size of his cock making the act almost effortless. Unlike an average man, whose length might have forced her to bend awkwardly, Kafka's massive erection towered halfway up her stomach, its tip glistening just inches from her face, so she didn't have to struggle to much to reach his penis.
And seeing it right before her, she then hesitated, her breath shallow, her eyes tracing the veiny, dangerous thickness of it, its raw power both intimidating and intoxicating. Slowly, she leaned forward, her nose hovering near the tip, her cheeks burning with a fierce embarrassment as she prepared to cross yet another line.
Kafka's hand held her head steady, his touch both encouraging and possessive, pressing her just close enough to get a proper sniff and because of that from Abigaille's angle, still grinding on Kafka's thigh, the scene looked shockingly inappropriate, Olivia's face so close to his cock that it could be mistaken for something far more explicit, her wet trail glistening as she watched with wide, envious eyes.
Finally, Olivia then took a deep sniff, her nose brushing the tip of his cock, inhaling the raw, musky scent that filled her senses. The smell was potent, salty, with a primal earthiness. She lingered, her curiosity pulling her to take another sniff, then another, the scent strangely addictive, stirring a shameful heat in her lower half.
Kafka's voice broke through, a low, teasing growl that sent a shiver through her. "Well, Mom? How's your boyfriend's cock smell? You like it, or is it too much for you? Tell me, what's it like, sniffing your son's dick like this?" His hand caressed her hair, his eyes burning with amusement and desire, his question pushing her to voice the forbidden thoughts swirling in her mind.
Olivia pulled back slightly, her face still close to his cock, her eyes flicking up to meet his, shimmering with a shy, flustered longing. "It's…it's not bad, Kafi." She whispered, her voice trembling with embarrassment, her cheeks flaming as she spoke. "It's musky, salty, like…like the smell of the earth when it rains, that fresh, raw scent that fills the air. It's…it's kind of addictive, actually." She took another sniff, her body trembling with a giddy, shameful sensation, her confession spilling out despite her efforts to stay composed.
Kafka's brow rose, his smile turning curious as he tilted his head, his voice a low, probing murmur. The smell of the rain? Is that a good thing, my naughty girlfriend, or a bad one?"
Olivia bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with a reluctant, exhilarating honesty as she nodded faintly. "It's a good thing, Kafi." She admitted, her voice a soft, trembling whisper, her cheeks burning with a fierce embarrassment. "I like the rain, the way it smells, so fresh and alive. And your cock…it smells like that, so I guess I like it too." Her words were a surrender, her body buzzing with a forbidden joy as she confessed, the act of sniffing his cock and admitting her pleasure filling her with a heady, shameful pride.
Kafka's grinned, a wave of satisfaction washing over him as he leaned back, his hand still caressing her hair, his voice a low, appreciative growl.
"Fuck, Mom, you're full of surprises." He said, his tone thick with delight. "My nerdy little girlfriend, getting all turned on by sniffing her man's cock, liking how it smells like rain. That's hot as hell." His eyes glinted with a possessive pride, his cock throbbing in her hand as he pulled her closer.