"Would you like to excuse yourself, Bella?...Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~...I'm having a moment with 'my' husband, so I would appreciate it if you let us alone for a moment since you're kind of in the way of our private time together...Mwah!♡~ Slurp!♡~" Camila emphasised that Kafka was originally her man while biting on his earlobes, side-eyeing her daughter, who was pushing Kafka's hair aside to kiss his forehead.
"W-Well, he's my Daddy as well, so I can kiss how many times I want without anyone else telling me else, even if that person is his wife...Mmm!♡~ Peck!♡~ Lick!♡~" Bella ignored her mother's words and continued on with her business, while her soft, warm breasts were pressed against Kafka's chin as she bent over to kiss him.
"Hmph!
Who's your father?!...You're only calling Kafka that because he forced you to and have no relations to him otherwise, other than through me!" Camila got angry that her daughter was trying to so blatantly try to make her move on Kafka and make him her own, and she pulled him away from Bella and pushed his face into her chest as she gave him a hug, like she was telling her that he was hers first and she had a priority over him.
Hug!~
"Huh?!...W-Who said I'm calling him that because he made me do it?" Bella was caught off guard by her mother calling her out so abruptly and making her drop the act she was putting on, which she was actually getting into and starting to sink into the role as his daughter.
She then continued saying, as her face slowly turned red, so that she wouldn't let her mother win, "...Unlike what you think, I'm actually calling him D-Daddy because I like it when I do so and it makes me feel comfortable when I do, and not for any other reason like you say!"
Hug!~
And before Camila and Bella could hug him again after seeing that their prize had escaped, he threw his hands around their slender necks that felt as smooth and fragile as porcelain and pulled them into his embrace, while his hand rested over their shoulders and rested on their breasts.
This painted a rather peculiar picture and made him look like a king on his throne, while he had high both his naked queens who were there to please him as they nestled in his arms.
Camila and Bella blushed when they saw each other lying on his strong chest, which made them look like cheap women whom he bought off the streets to give him a night of double pleasure. But they still had a competitive look in their eyes, like they were going to go back to kissing him, even if it was only on his neck or chest, so that they didn't lose out to one another.
"And since both of you are fighting so much to lay your lips on me, I've decided that I've had enough kisses from the two of you for the day...Especially since my face feels like it's been licked by a bunch of puppies who thought of me as a treat after being smothered by you two."
Kafka said as he wiped the wet kiss marks on his face, which made both of them look away in a fluster at what they had done. They also gave a sigh of relief that they didn't wear any lipstick today, or else they were sure that his handsome face would be entirely covered in red and pink now.
"Camila, I said no kissing, didn't I? Don't you understand?...Grope!~"
Kakfa said in a solemn manner as he violently groped Camila's milkers in his hand until his fingers sunk all the way into her flesh when he saw her trying to sneakily kiss his hands to show off to her daughter, who was watching, while Bella immediately lost all the thoughts of doing the same in retaliation after seeing how he was tormenting her mother's breasts like they were balls of dough.
And she confirmed that as nice as Kakfa, he really wasn't to be messed with at certain times unless she wanted her breasts to molested so aggressively as well, which also strangely piqued her interest as to how it feels in her mother's position right, clearly showing how she was sinking into the realms of debauchery after meeting Kafka, the Incarnation of Lust...