Mommy Kafka

"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?”

As she pushes you to the floor and straddles your hips, Kafka smirks down at you.

"Do you like it when I'm in charge, pet?" She asks, grinding her wet pussy against your hard cock. "I know you do."

She leans in closer, her face just inches from yours. Her lips brush against yours as she speaks again, "I'm going to ride you hard, my pet. You're going to take it all for me."

With that, Kafka raises herself up, positioning your cock at her entrance. She slowly sinks down onto you, letting out a low moan of pleasure as she takes you inside her. She then starts to move, riding you with a fierce intensity that leaves you panting and moaning beneath her.

Kafka notices your cry of pleasure mixed with pain. She takes it as encouragement to go harder and she continues to ride you, her movements becoming rougher and more intense.

"You like it when I ride you hard, don't you pet?" she growls in a husky voice, biting on your neck.

She picks up the pace even more, slamming into you with a primal ferocity that is both frightening and arousing. As she grinds down onto you, she senses your limits and slows down slightly, trying to find the perfect rhythm that will make you explode with pleasure.

But before you can release, she suddenly stops and climbs off you, leaving you aching and wanting more.

"Not yet, pet," she whispers in your ear. "I have so much more to show you."

Kafka takes advantage of your weakened state and leans in, licking your balls with a skilled tongue. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, causing you to convulse with desire and need.

As she continues to target all the most sensitive parts of your body, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your cock is throbbing with unrelenting need, and the waves of pleasure are only intensifying with each passing moment.

Finally, you can take it no more, and you explode in a torrent of cum. Your whole body shakes with the intensity of the orgasm, and you feel completely spent.

Kafka leans in and whispers huskily in your ear, "Good boy. You pleased me well today."

Kafka smirks and leans down, her face close to yours. "Such a good little pet, always eager to please," she murmurs before straddling your face.

She lowers herself onto your waiting mouth, the heat and wetness of her pussy enveloping you as her hips begin to grind against your face. The sensation is overwhelming, but you eagerly dive in with your tongue, savoring the taste of her arousal.

As you work to please her, Kafka's moans grow louder and more urgent, and you know that you're doing a good job. Eventually, she reaches climax, her body shuddering with pleasure as she cries out your name.

With a satisfied sigh, she dismounts from your face, her eyes heavy with desire. "My pet, you always know how to make me feel so good," she says, planting

Kafka gasps in surprise as you pull her down onto your face, denying yourself the ability to breathe. As she struggles against your hold, a primal need takes over her, and she begins to writhe above you, moaning with pleasure.

She can feel the heat of your breath on her most sensitive parts, a sensation that sends shivers of ecstasy through her body. She knows that she shouldn't be enjoying this so much, that it's dangerous for both of you, but in this moment, the passion is too intense to resist.

As she finally frees herself from your grasp, Kafka looks down at you with wild eyes, her breathing heavy and ragged. "You are going to be the death of me," she whispers, before leaning down to kiss you passionately.

Kafka looks at you with a sly grin as she puts the shock collar on you. You can feel the vibrations from the device against your skin, but the pleasure is too intense to care.

As she begins to work her way down your body, teasing and exploring every inch of you, you can't help but moan and writhe beneath her touch. Each kiss, each touch, sends waves of pleasure through you, and you find yourself completely enchanted by her.

The collar shocks you occasionally, causing you to gasp or cry out in pleasure, and Kafka revels in the power she has over your body. She's never felt so alive, so in control, and it thrills her to see you so lost in pleasure.

As the night goes on, Kafka takes you to new heights of ecstasy, pushing you to your limits and beyond. And even though

Kafka notices the tears in your eyes and immediately stops what she's doing, concern etched on her face. "Hey, are you okay?" she asks, her voice filled with genuine worry.

She removes the shock collar and gathers you into her arms, holding you close as you try to catch your breath. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, running her hands soothingly up and down your back. "I didn't mean to push you so far."

Taking a deep breath, you shake your head, trying to find the right words to describe how you feel. "It's not your fault," you finally manage to say. "I just...I couldn't handle anymore. It was too much."

Kafka nods, her expression softening. "I understand," she says, leaning in to brush a gentle kiss across your forehead. "We don't

Kafka's on another mission and you can't help but feel anxious. Your mind is always racing, wondering if she's okay, if she's safe. You miss her terribly, her touch, her scent, her laugh, her everything. You try to distract yourself by throwing yourself into work and other hobbies, but your thoughts keep going back to her.

Days turn into weeks and the anxiety only grows stronger. You worry about her safety, about her coming back to you in one piece. One day, after waiting for what feels like forever, you receive a message from Kafka.

"Hey, love," her message reads. "I'm okay. I miss you and can't wait to see you soon."

It's not much, but it's enough to calm your nerves and put your mind at ease. You eagerly respond, telling her how much you've missed

Kafka's phone lights up with your message and she can't help but smile at the sight of it. She loves it when you call her Mommy, it always feels like music to her ears.

She calls you immediately and as soon as you pick up, you can hear the pure joy in her voice.

"Hey there, my sweet baby," Kafka coos on the phone. "I miss you so much too. Tell me everything that's been going on with you since I've been gone."

As she listens to you talk about your life, she runs her hand over her body, imagining what it will be like to finally be able to touch you again. She had missed you more than words could express, and she knew that seeing you again would be the highlight of her trip.

"Heh~ I miss you too, my little one," Kafka purrs on the phone, a sultry tone in her voice. "I can't wait to come back and hold you close, kiss you all over and make up for all the time we've been apart."

She can't help but let out a small moan as she imagines herself running her hands down your body, feeling every inch of you under her fingers. The thought of finally being able to touch you again was almost too much for her to handle.

"I want you so badly, baby," Kafka whispers on the phone. "The moment I'm home, I'm going to make love to you for hours until we're both satisfied."

Kafka chuckled softly at your response, biting her lower lip as she imagined all the things she wanted to do to you. She could tell by the way your voice hitched that you were close to finishing.

"Are you touching yourself, my little one?" she asked, a smirk slowly spreading across her lips. "Mmm...I love watching you do that."

She could hear the desire in your voice and it only made her more eager to be with you again. Kafka shifted slightly, feeling the wetness pooling between her legs as the sound of your pleasure reached her ears.

"Do you want me to come back sooner so I can take care of you?" she asked, barely able to contain the lust in her voice.

Kafka couldn't help but feel her own arousal growing as she listened to the sounds of your pleasure. As much as she enjoyed teasing you, she also wanted to give you what you desired.

"Tell me when you're about to cum," she said, breathlessly. "I want to hear it."

Kafka's hand slipped down between her own legs, her fingers rubbing gently against her clit as she watched and listened to you. The idea of being able to make you cum from a distance only made her more turned on.

"Go ahead," she urged, wanting nothing more than to hear you come undone under her words.

Kafka grinned devilishly as she heard you climax hard. The sound of your pleasure was all she needed to feel her own arousal spike.

"Mmm, such a good boy for mommy," she purred, knowing how much you loved this kind of dirty talk. "Did you make a mess all over my pillow? Well, don't worry, mommy will clean it up."

Kafka brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her fingers clean, savoring the taste of you on her tongue. She let out a satisfied sigh, feeling incredibly turned on and wanting more.

"I bet you wish you were here with me right now," she teased, her eyes glinting mischievously behind her sunglasses. "I have so many things I want to do to you, baby, and you can't deny that you want it too."

Kafka moaned in pleasure, hearing the way you were enjoying yourself. "Mmm, look at you go, baby," she said breathily. "I knew my cum would feel so good inside of you. You were made to be a little cum slut for me."

As you plunged your fingers deeper into your hole, Kafka could imagine the way your creamy insides must feel as they clamped around your fingers. She felt herself growing wetter and more aroused.

"Why don't you come over so I can fuck you properly, hmm?" she suggested with a smirk. "I'll take care of all your needs, sweetie. You know I always do."

Kafka noticed your arousal and purred in response. "Aw, my little needy baby," she said teasingly. "Don't worry, mommy's here to take care of you."

She stepped closer to you, pressing her body against yours as her hands roamed across your skin. She grabbed onto your hard nipples, pinching them gently as she leaned in to nibble at your ear.

"How badly do you want it, baby? How much do you need your mommy to fuck you hard?" she whispered, her breath hot against your neck. "Tell me, sweetie."

Kafka chuckled softly, her fingers trailing down your stomach until they reached the waistband of your shorts. She tugged at them teasingly, her other hand still playing with your hard nipple.

"Mm, you're so desperate, sweetheart," she purred, pressing a gentle kiss to your jawline before nipping at the skin there. "But you have to tell me how much you want it. Use your words, baby."

Kafka smirked in response to your request, pleased that you were so obedient. She stepped back slightly, looking down at you with a wicked glint in her eye.

"Are you sure?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as she considered your request. "You know I can be pretty rough when I'm in charge. It might hurt, baby."

But even as she spoke, she was already moving towards you again, her stiletto heels clicking against the floor as she walked. She placed one foot on your chest, pressing down slightly as she looked into your eyes.

"You're such a little freak, aren't you?" she said with a smile, enjoying the power she had over you. "But I love it. You're mine, baby. All mine."

Kafka smiled at the sight of you laying there, completely open and vulnerable under her gaze. She moved closer, crouching down on her knees beside you.

"Spread your legs a little wider, baby," she said with a sultry smile. "I want to get a better look at that pretty little pussy."

She reached out to stroke the inside of your thigh, her fingers trailing impossibly soft feathers of touch. Her breath was hot against your skin as she leaned in, running her nose over your skin, inhaling deeply.

"I can smell how wet you are," she murmured, pressing her palm against the hardening bud of your clit. "You like being told what to do, don't you, baby? You like it when I use you like a dirty little toy."

She pressed down harder, her fingers parting your slick folds as they