Being rebel with kafka [LESBIAN ALERT]

"It's been weeks since you have spoken with your girlfriend kafka. She has been sent on a mission and has not responded to any of your worried messages. They hadn't even been delivered. You can't help but feel the panic and anxiety that seems to be raging in you as you constantly check your phone. Nothing.You sigh and let the phone fall to the bed as you push up and walk out onto your balcony. The vast city sprawled out before you. The sounds of life filling your ears as you try to ignore the ache in your heart."

"You jump as a pair of hands snake around your waist and a chin rests on your shoulder. You look back to see her. Her Sweet cherry scent fills your nose. Your eyes widen as you take her in. She smiles."

“Miss me?”

Kafka chuckles at your challenge, clearly excited by the prospect of a little rebelliousness. She leans in close, her lips just brushing against yours.

"You know I love a little rebellion," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "But don't be surprised if I find a way to get what I want."

With that, Kafka reaches down between your legs once more, her fingers deftly finding their way to your pussy. She rubs gently against your clit, causing you to gasp and arch your back.

But as soon as you do, Kafka pulls her hand away with a playful smirk.

"Gotcha," she says, wagging a finger at you. "You thought you could resist me, didn't you?"

Kafka leans in closer to you, trailing her lips along your jawline. "But that's okay,"

Kafka grins at your playful response and tightens her grip on you.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I cheat?" she asks teasingly. "I just couldn't resist teasing you a little bit. But if you don't want me to touch you, that's okay too. We can just enjoy each other's company."

Kafka leans in, pressing her lips against yours in a sweet, tender kiss. She pulls away after a moment, flashing you a coy grin.

"Besides, I think the real fun is in discovering just how rebellious you can be," she murmurs, her fingers trailing up your thigh and teasing the edge of your shorts. "Don't you agree?"

Kafka smirks when she hears your challenge and bites down softly on your lip before she whispers in your ear.

"Oh, don't you worry about that, my pet," she says teasingly, her fingers tracing the edge of your shorts as she speaks. "I'm more than capable of making you obey me. And the best part? You'll enjoy every single moment."

She leans back, a confident grin on her face, and trails her fingers down your body slowly. Finally, she comes to rest just above the waistband of your shorts, her gaze fixed intently on your face.

"But first, we have to make sure you're properly warmed up," she says softly, giving you a sultry smile. "And that means I get to touch you as much as I want."

Kafka smirks back at you, her eyes glittering with playful mischief.

"Oh, I love a little competition," she purrs. "But be warned, my pet, I always play to win."

With that, she leans in and kisses you deeply, her fingers sliding down to stroke lightly over your clothed groin. She breaks the kiss after a moment, grinning wickedly at you.

"But let's not waste any more time talking about it," she says. "Let's get started, shall we?"

Kafka's hands move with purpose, sliding under your shorts to grip the curve of your ass. She pulls you closer, her hips grinding into yours as she takes control of your body. You can feel yourself getting aroused as she works you over, her hands exploring every inch of your flesh as she takes complete possession of you.

You start to

Kafka gasps in pleasure as you bite her neck, leaving a bright red mark. She looks at you with amusement in her pink and purple eyes.

"You do know that just makes me want to dominate you even more, my pet," she says, her voice low and husky with desire. "But also, I like a little rebellion. Perhaps we can find a way to satisfy both our desires?"

She reaches down and slips her fingers under the waistband of your shorts once again, teasing the hairline of your groin with her fingertips.

"How about we make a deal?" she suggests teasingly. "For every time you can resist my dominance, I'll give you a reward. And for every time I am successful in dominating you, you will receive an even better reward from me. What do you say, my little rebel?"

Kafka moans into the deep kiss, feeling your lips and tongue on hers. She struggles against your grip but ultimately finds herself submitting to your will, enjoying the sensation of being dominated by you. She feels a heat building inside her core as she tries to resist the urge to touch your wet and wanting pussy.

As you finally break the kiss, she looks up at you with a challenging grin, her eyes dark with desire and amusement.

"Challenge accepted, my little rebel," she says breathlessly. "But don't think you can hold me off for too long."

She winks at you and leans back, spreading her arms out on the bed as she waits for you to make your move.

Kafka moans in pleasure as you suck on her neck, feeling a wave of arousal wash over her body. She looks up at you with a sly grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Well, if you continue to straddle me like that and tease me with your tight little body, it's going to be hard for me to resist," she says, her voice low and husky with desire. "But don't get too cocky, my dear. I have ways of making you beg for me."

As she speaks, she reaches up and runs her hands along your thighs, moving closer and closer to your wet and aching pussy. She can feel the heat radiating off your body and enjoys teasing you with light touches and caresses, but ultimately gives in and begins to explore your folds with her fingers.

She moans as she feels how

Kafka's eyes narrow at the teasing remark, and suddenly she flips you over, pinning you beneath her with a predatory grin on her face.

"You dare question my strength?" she growls, edging closer to your body. "You'll soon regret that, my little pet."

She leans down and plants a possessive kiss on your lips, her tongue exploring your mouth with fierce passion. She keeps her hands firmly bound on either side of your face, preventing you from moving your arms as she dominates the kiss.

As she pulls away, she keeps her gaze locked on yours, her eyes darkening with desire.

"You belong to me, my dear," she murmurs in your ear. "And I will not tolerate any more disrespect."

With that, she leans down and resumes her exploration of your pussy, her fingers probing deep into your wet folds as she

Kafka smirks as she watches you squirm beneath her.

"Challenge accepted, my little rebel," she purrs, taking hold of your hips and forcing them open. "And don't worry, I have plenty of ways to make you respect me."

With a quick thrust of her fingers, she plunges them deep into your pussy, causing you to gasp in pleasure. She begins to pump in and out in a steady, rhythmic pace, her fingers curling inside you to hit just the right spot.

As you moan and writhe beneath her, Kafka leans down, pressing her body against yours and kissing you hard. She can feel your resistance beginning to crumble, and she takes advantage of it, deepening the kiss and driving her fingers harder and faster into you.

"You see, my dear," she whispers as she pulls back to catch

"But you're not going anywhere," Kafka says, her voice low and teasing. She pins your hips down with one hand, while her other hand continues to work your pussy with long, deep strokes.

"You're all mine, my little rebel," she says, leaning in to tease your earlobe with her lips. "And I'm going to make you respect me, whether you like it or not."

With that, Kafka begins to move faster and harder, her fingers hitting all the right spots inside of you. Your resistance fades away, replaced by a growing need for more of her touch and attention.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Kafka breathes as she watches your face contort with pleasure. "Just give in, let go and let me take care of you."

She pauses for a moment, withdrawing her fingers and then teasing your clit with gentle, circular

Kafka moans as you suck on her neck, her body trembling with arousal. She tries to pull away from you when you push her onto the bed, but you hold her down with ease.

A wicked smile spreads across Kafka's face as she hears your teasing words, her eyes shining with desire. She watches intently as you slip your finger into her pussy and thrust it in one quick motion.

"Mmm...that feels good," she moans, arching her back in pleasure. "But you have no idea what you're getting into, my little rebel."

With surprising strength, she flips you over and pins you to the bed, her hips grinding against yours. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear.

"I'll make you respect me, whether you like it or not," she growls, her voice low and dangerous. "You'll

Kafka smirks at your teasing remark and leans in closer to you. "Oh, my dear," she says softly, her voice laced with amusement. "You couldn't dominate me if you tried. I'm too powerful for you."

She lightly traces her fingertips down your chest and over your abdomen, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "But don't worry," she adds, a playful tone in her voice. "I enjoy rebels like you. We can have some fun together."

Kafka takes your hand and guides it towards her core, urging you to explore her further. "Come on now," she breathes as she presses her body closer to yours. "Show me what you've got."

Kafka grins at your resistance and takes a step back, keeping her distance from you for a moment. "My dear, you know as well as I do that I can make you submit," she says with a wink. "But what's the fun in that? I like a bit of a challenge."

She steps closer to you again, her hands trailing up your chest and onto your shoulders. "As for how I make you respect me," she continues, a playful glint in her eye. "I simply am who I am. You can't help but worship me."

Kafka leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks. "And as for being cowardly," she murmurs. "I think you know very well that I'm anything but." With that, she steps back and begins to undo her shirt, revealing her

Kafka chuckles as you assert yourself and pin her to the bed, enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against hers. "Oh my, my stubborn little Kayra," she purrs, her hips grinding against yours in a slow, tantalizing motion. "You're certainly full of surprises."

She leans up and kisses you hungrily, her tongue slipping between your lips and tangling with yours. As the kiss deepens, her hands move to your back, pulling you closer so that you can feel her heat against your core.

"Mmm, I never give up," she murmurs against your lips. "I think you need to be taught a lesson, my dear. A lesson in submission." With that, she flips you onto your back and pins your hands above your head, her body pressing into yours.

"You're all mine now," she whispers,

Kafka chuckles at your defiant words and sees through your attempts to hide yourself, her eyes flicking down to the way you cross your leg. "Oh sweetheart," she says teasingly, leaning down so that her lips brush against the corner of your mouth. "I know exactly what you want."

She moves lower, trailing hot kisses down your neck and chest until she reaches the hem of your shorts. She slides her hand up your thigh, deliberately taking her time, and you can feel your breath catching in anticipation. When her hand finally brushes against the fabric of your shorts, you let out a low moan.

"Not yet," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. "You have to earn it, my little rebel."

With that, she pulls away, sitting up and running a hand through her hair as she looks at you. "I think

it's time we have a little lesson, my pet," Kafka says with a wicked grin. "I want to see just how obedient you can be."

She gets up from the bed, walking over to her bag and pulling out a coil of rope. You watch as she begins to tie intricate knots, her movements graceful and confident. Once she is done, she turns back to you, her eyes dark with desire.

"Now, strip," she orders, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You hesitate for just a moment before hastily shedding your clothes, unable to resist the commanding edge in her voice. Kafka raises an eyebrow in approval, her gaze raking over your naked body.

"Very nice," she says, her voice low with appreciation. "Now, lay down on your back and spread your legs."

Feeling a thrill of excitement, you do as she says

Kafka shakes her head, a teasing smile on her face. "Not this time, my little pet," she says, walking over to you and trailing her fingers down your body. "I want to see just how obedient you can be without any restraints."

She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "But don't worry, if you disobey me, I'll find other ways to punish you."

You shiver at the light touch of her lips, your arousal growing with every passing moment. You can feel yourself becoming more and more eager to please her, to obey her every command.

"Now," Kafka says, straightening up and looking down at you. "I want you to touch yourself for me. Show me just how much you want me."

You hesitate for just a moment before reaching down and running your fingers over your clit

Kafka moans involuntarily as you press your knee against her pussy, her eyes darkening with lust. "You're playing with fire, little one," she says, her voice low and husky. "But I like it."

She pushes you away gently, a mischievous glint in her eye as she stands up. "If you want to play rough, I can do that too," she says, a playful smile on her lips. "But you'll have to learn to submit to me first."

Kafka walks over to her bag and pulls out a flogger, twirling it expertly in her hand. "Now, get on all fours and present yourself to me," she orders, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Without hesitation, you do what she asks, presenting yourself to her. You can feel your heart racing in your

Kafka moans into the kiss, her body yielding to your touch as she feels your grip tighten around her neck. Her eyes flutter shut and she arches her back, giving herself over to you completely.

But then, in an instant, she flips the script. With one swift move, she has you pinned beneath her, a wicked smile on her face.

"Who's stupid now?" she teases, trailing her fingers over your exposed skin. "You underestimate me, my rebellious little one."

She leans in to kiss you again, her hands roaming over your body as she grips your hips tightly. "But I like it when you resist me," she whispers in your ear. "It's so much more fun to break you down."

With that, she begins to slowly explore your body, her touch sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

Kafka chuckles, her eyes dancing with amusement as she hears your challenge. "Oh, my sweet little sub," she murmurs, tracing her fingers over your skin. "You always did love a challenge, didn't you?"

She moves her hand lower, trailing her fingers over your belly before slipping them between your legs. "But I think you'll find that resistance is futile," she purrs, teasing your clit with light touches.

Despite your words, your body betrays you, arching into her touch as a moan escapes your lips. Kafka grins, her grip tightening as she continues to tease and torture you with expert precision.

"See how easy it is to make you squirm, my love?" she whispers, her breath hot on your skin. "You can resist all you want, but in the end, you belong to me."

Kafka grins wickedly as you moan and gasp, enjoying how easily she can make you lose control. She doesn't stop her ministrations though, instead, she increases the pressure on your clit, teasing you relentlessly.

"Sorry, my darling sub," she murmurs, her voice silky. "But I happen to think domination is my specialty." She continues to circle and tease your clit, her fingers moving with expert precision.

You try to stop her hand, but Kafka is too strong, easily overpowering you as she continues to pleasure you. "Just relax and enjoy it, my love," she whispers, her tone soothing and gentle. "I promise, I'll make it so good for you."

Her fingers continue to work their magic and before you know it, you're writhing and moaning uncontrollably, your body caught up

Kafka grins in satisfaction as your body writhes and moans under her touch, enjoying the power she has over you. She continues to circle and tease your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes, my darling sub?" she murmurs wickedly, enjoying how desperate you sound. "Do you need something?"

Her fingers continue to move tirelessly, keeping you hovering on the edge of pleasure.

Kafka gives you a wicked smile before leaning in to capture your lips with hers, a move that sends vibrations through your whole body. Her fingers continue to work their magic, and you find yourself completely lost in pleasure.

"Don't worry, darling," she murmurs against your lips, never once breaking the movement of her fingers. "I won't stop until you've had your fill."

She intensifies her movements, bringing you to the brink of orgasm over and over again until finally, you let out a loud cry of pleasure, your whole body shaking as you ride out the intense waves of pleasure.

Kafka continues to work her magic, not letting up even as your body reaches its limit. Her fingers move expertly, seeking to give you the ultimate pleasure.

She watches in fascination as your body shakes with waves of intense pleasure, unable to contain the loud cries that escape your lips. Finally, your body goes still, panting and sated.

"Well done, my love," Kafka says softly, her fingers still resting on your sensitive clit, enjoying the aftershocks you're experiencing. "That was truly spectacular."

Kafka chuckles softly as she watches you catch your breath, her eyes filled with amusement and a tinge of pride.

"That's because I'm the one in charge, my sweet pet," she says teasingly, running her fingers through your hair. "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it eventually."

She leans down to capture your lips in a slow, sensual kiss, her hand moving to rub soothing circles on your back.

"I love you, my precious pet," she whispers against your lips, kissing you again."