6kv Chapter 462 Let Me Make It Up To You
Chapter 462 Let Me Make It Up To You
"W-Wait, Camila!~ I-I can explain what's going on here, so don't do anything you might regret!~"
Kafka waved his hands around and exclaimed in a fluster while making sure that Camila didn't enter the kitchen and come out with a knife to poke him all over.
He then looked at Bella, who was peacefully sleeping on the sofa, and then at her mother, who had a razor-sharp glint in her pretty blue eyes and blurted out,
"I-I, actually...Me and Bella were out shopping-...We had a good time-...S-She then invited me in to watch a movie-...And then one thing led to another and-"
Kafka couldn't even finish one sentence out of nervousness about what Camila was feeling at the moment and blabbered out some nonsense.
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He also couldn't say that he banged her daughter because the Gods requested him to or that it was her daughter, who was so insistent on taking her own innocence to Camila, so he really struggled to come up with something that would excuse his life today.
But shockingly and out of his expectations, Camila didn't exactly have the extreme reaction he was expecting her to have.
He thought that she was going to lose her fuse and go on an absolute rampage for fucking her daughter in such a heavy-handed manner when he hadn't even had his first proper night with her yet.
But to his disbelief, Camila simply asked him with a confused look on her face, like she didn't understand why he looked so flustered right now.
"Explain what, Kafka? What do you have to explain to me?...And why are you looking at me like you're looking at a ghost? You're kind of scaring me with that gaze of yours."
Camila asked him to stop making such weird expressions that were creeping her out.
After spending so much time with Camila, Kafka knew that she wasn't simply acting like she was unbothered by what she was seeing. She genuinely didn't see anything wrong with what was going on in her house while she was out, which deeply flabbergasted Kafka.
"Y-You're not mad at me, Camila?" Kafka couldn't help but nervously ask, as he really couldn't believe that there was anyone out there who could be so calm in the face of her daughter stealing her own man away. He then repeated, "You're not angry that I had sex with your daughter before I had my first night with you?"
"Now, why in the world would I be angry about something that would've eventually happened with the way your relationship is going with Bella?"
Camila asked with a perplexed look on her face, like she was wondering why I was asking such a stupid question. She then walked over to check how her daughter was and continued saying,
"As much as Bella treats you as her father and you also take care of her as your daughter, both of you are man and woman first who have some sort of twisted feelings for one another."
"So why in the world would you think that I would be angry if you were to indulge in those very primal feelings when I was the one who had set you up from the start?"
"...Wouldn't one normally think that I would be happy that everything went well, especially since I could possibly get a grandchild in the future?"
Camila asked why he thought that she wouldn't want a baby waddling around the house when that was what she wanted the most at her age, while wiping the sweat off her daughter's cute little face.
"...Just thinking about how my poor little daughter took that log inside of her makes me want to cry."
Camila shook her head and weeped in a concerned manner, hoping that Bella didn't suffer from internal injuries after being fucked by the monster in front of her.
"Well, you don't have to worry about that, Camila, since our little girl took it like a champ~"
Kafka assured her while caressing Bella's chubby little cheeks, which made her let out a smile in her sleep.
He then looked at Camila, who was staring at her daughter's vagina that had a whole lot of fluids flowing out of it in wonder, and suggested, with his lips curled up,
"And rather than simply imagining what your daughter might have experienced, isn't it better to experience it yourself so that you would have a better understanding of something that you so obviously want to, seeing as to how you just can't keep your eyes off my cock?"
Kafka's penis that was hanging down like a stalk of wheat slowly rose up like it was called for attendance under Camila's trembling gaze.
Rise~
It didn't simply go straight up and slowly rub against Camila's crotch, who was standing quite close to him and then finally stood still while poking her mushy abdomen with its fat tip.
Poke~
Camila's body shook as she felt Kafka's log pushing against her, as even though she hadn't even taken it in yet, she could feel how much damage it would do just by the hefty weight of it.
"N-No, Kafka...I-I'm sorry to say this to you time and time again, but I'm still not ready."
Camila declined his offer, which made him let out a wry smile, as he wasn't really expecting her to agree with him anyway.
But just as he was about to pull his rod away after failing his attempt, he suddenly felt a cold, slender hand wrap around the shaft of his dick.
Grab~
When he looked down at what was happening in surprise, he saw Camila holding onto his dick in a very nervous and shaky manner.
With the way she was eyeing it with fear and how she was holding onto it too tightly, like she were afraid it would run away, it looked like she were holding some kind of venomous snake.
And just before Kafka could ask about what she was doing, Camila herself looked at Kafka with a determined look in her blue eyes, like she were saying that she wasn't going to run away this time, and said to him while biting her lips,
"B-But even though I'm still not fully ready to become one with you, Kafka, I still think that I can make it up to you by cleaning your cock that's fully smeared with my daughter's juices up."
Kafka was surprised at first by the sudden proposition since he wasn't expecting to get any action from both mother and daughter today. But once he realised the lucky situation she was thrust into, a smile crept up on his face, and he eagerly looked at Camila, who was staring at the penis in her hand with a flushed look on her face...