The phone's ringtone sliced through the steamy haze of the living room, its distinct chime halting Kafka mid-thought and making Abigaille tense against him, her plush breasts still quivering from his earlier teasing.
Bella paused too, her lips hovering over his neck, her blue eyes darting between them as she caught the sudden shift in their postures. She pulled back slightly, her brows knitting as she tilted her head, her voice a soft, puzzled whine over the loud, wet kisses she'd been planting on his skin.
"Daddy, Auntie, why're you both getting so stiff all of a sudden? It's just a phone call, we can ignore it, right? We've got way more important stuff going on here!"
She leaned in again, her lips smacking noisily against his neck in a playful bid to reclaim the mood.
Kafka chuckled, as he gently pushed her back, his hand lingering on her shoulder with a crooked smile. "Not just anyone, Bella—this is Auntie Olivia, my second mom calling."
