Kafka continued his pleasureful torment as he twisted his nails against her nipples, raking them in a slow, scraping arc that left thin, red welts in their wake, the sharp sting making her body jolt.
Nina's verdant breasts quivered in response, the soft but firm mounds trembling as he pinched harder, his fingers unrelenting as he carved his dominance into her flesh.
"Feel that, Nina?" He sneered, his tone thick with degrading glee as he dragged his nails across her sensitive tips, twisting them again until her gasp morphed into a raw, lewd moan. "That's what you get for lying to me your nipples are mine to ruin. Look at these little whores—marked up and begging for more. Tell me you hate it, go on—lie again while I scratch you raw."
Nina's knees buckled, her voice trembling as she whimpered. "K-Kafka!♡~ Oww!♡~ It hurts!♡~" Her hands hovered near his wrists, twitching as if to push him away, but they faltered, her breath hitching as he intensified his assault.
