But then, a sudden realization hit Abigaille—she'd been the one monopolizing Kafka's lips this whole time, her kisses steady and unrelenting from the start.
A flush crept up her neck, and she pulled back slightly, her voice trembling with a nervous fluster as she spoke up. "Um...I-I've been kissing Kafi's lips this whole time." She stammered, her hands fidgeting as she glanced between Camila and Nina. "Does...does anyone want to switch places with me? I feel like I've been hogging him a bit, and, well, his lips are...they're right here if you want them!"
Camila, mid-lick along Kafka's cheek, paused, her tongue still pressed against his skin as she turned her head to look at Abigaille. A teasing smile spread across her face, slow and deliberate, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Oh, Abi." She drawled, her voice low and sultry. "You don't need to offer his lips up to us like some kind of prize on a platter."
