As his nerves settled and the haze of his climax cleared, Kafka was hit with a wave of surprise at his own actions, realising he had shoved Camila's head down in the throes of passion.
Instantly, he released her, his hands leaving her hair as he muttered apologies, his voice laced with concern. "S-Sorry, Camila!...I didn't mean to...My hand just moved on its own—"
Camila didn't seem to hear his words as she slowly pulled her head back, gradually revealing more and more of his length, the slickness of her saliva making it glisten.
When she finally withdrew completely, her lips still glistening with the aftermath of the intense deepthroat she had given, she looked up at him with a gaze filled with lust and reassurance.
