God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Open Your Mouth
Kafka chuckled at Camila’s proposal, finding it both amusing and endearing.

“You know, cleaning my soiled member with your own hands is quite a dirty task, Camila…Are you really okay with doing that for me?”

Camila gulped nervously, her slender fingers still wrapped tightly around Kafka’s thick shaft.

“I-I know it may seem dirty, Kafka…But after denying you for so long, this is the least I can do to appease your-…u-urgent needs.”

Kafka smirked at Camila’s flustered response, amused by her determination despite her obvious nervousness.

“Well, since you’re so insistent on tasting your daughter’s essence, who am I to refuse such a generous offer?” He chuckled, his member throbbing slightly in her grip.

Camila’s face turned a shade redder at Kafka’s words, her heart pounding in her chest. She timidly looked up at him, her blue eyes meeting his, and then cast her gaze downwards towards the monster in her hand.

“K-Kafka…It’s just that it’s so big and thick…” She whispered, her blush deepening as she struggled to wrap her mind around the sheer size of his member. She gently stroked it with her fingers, marvelling at the way it pulsed and throbbed in her grasp. “…How am I supposed to clean this properly?” She finished in a small voice, her mind already wandering to the task at hand.

Her heart raced as she imagined taking such a massive object into her mouth, let alone cleaning it thoroughly. Her body trembled slightly, her thighs clenching together as a warmth spread between her legs.

Kafka simply smirked at her flustered state, enjoying the effect he had on her.

“Well, I’m sure a clever girl like you will figure something out.”

He teased, his voice low and husky. He then continued saying,

“For now, why don’t you start by getting down on your knees first, my dear Camila?”

Camila swallowed hard, her elegant features twisting into a nervous expression as she slowly got down on her knees.

She looked up at Kafka, her blue eyes wide and uncertain, as she positioned herself in front of his massive member.

The floor creaked softly beneath her, a stark contrast to her usual refined demeanour as Camila gazed up at Kafka with an almost pleading look, her usual proud and aloof look completely shattered.

“Kafka… I-I’m not sure how to proceed now that I’m down here.” She admitted nervously, as one of her dainty hands rested awkwardly on her thighs.

“Really?…I understand if someone like Bella doesn’t know the basics of these matters…But how can a married woman like yourself be so ignorant?” Kafka asked with a curious gaze as he watched Camila hold onto his penis like it were a bomb.

“B-Be quiet, Kafka! Why would I do such dirty things with that scumbag of a man?!”

Camila’s face burnt with anger and humiliation as she remembered the face of the man who tricked her young heart in the past. She also didn’t want Kakfa to have any further misunderstandings, so she said in a hurry,

“I-I also only let that man touch me once in my life, and that was when I had Bella and when I thought that he was the man that I truly fell for…But after finding out about his true colours, I didn’t even let him put a finger on me, and that’s how it’s stayed for more than two decades.”

Kafka listened to Camila’s words, a smile appearing on his face as he processed the information. “Oh, that’s interesting.” He said, his voice low and thoughtful. “Then, doesn’t that mean that the mother’s body is just as ripe and untouched as her daughter’s?”

Camila’s eyes widened briefly at Kafka’s blunt words, but she hesitantly nodded her head in agreement, her gaze darting downwards in shyness.

Kafka smirked, clearly enjoying her flustered state.

“Well then, it seems like it’s my duty to teach you some essential things, my inexperienced little minx.” Kafka stated, his voice taking on a commanding tone, and then gently cupped Camila’s chin, tilting her face up to meet his intense gaze.

“Look into my eyes, Camila, and don’t look away until I tell you to.” Kafka instructed, his voice low and authoritative. “The first lesson is eye contact…It’s important to maintain eye contact during intimate moments to build trust and connection.”

Camila nervously obeyed, her blue eyes locked onto Kafka’s dark, penetrating gaze. She gasped softly as a shiver ran down her spine. The intensity of his stare ignited a strange tingling sensation within her core.

“I-I’m looking.” She breathed, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

Satisfied, Kafka rewarded her with a small, predatory smile. “Good girl,” He praised gently. “Now, let’s begin your first lesson…Slowly, wrap your fingers around my base and gently squeeze, like this.” He guided her hand to demonstrate, his own large hand enveloping hers.

Camila’s hands trembled slightly as she followed Kafka’s instructions. She gently wrapped her fingers around his thick base, her delicate hand barely able to circle it. She hesitated for a moment before giving a gentle squeeze, her knuckles turning white from the effort. “Like… like this?”

Kafka nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her attempt to grasp his massive cock. “That’s it, Camila…Now, maintain that pressure and slowly start to pump your hand up and down my length. Remember to keep eye contact and don’t look away until I tell you to do so.”

Camila swallowed hard, her heart racing as she began to pump her hand up and down Kafka’s thick shaft.

Stroke!~ Stroke!~ Stroke!~

She struggled to maintain the pressure, her small hand feeling overwhelmed by his size. She kept her gaze locked onto his, her eyes wide and nervous as she followed his instructions.

“K-Kafka…A-Am I doing it correctly?”

Kafka’s expression remained stoic, his eyes burning into hers as he watched her work. He could feel her small hand struggling to accommodate his size, and it only served to heighten his arousal.

“Keep going, Camila…Pump my cock with your hand. Show me how well you can follow instructions.”

Stroke!~ Stroke!~ Stroke!~

As Camila moved her hand up and down Kafka’s shaft, she noticed that her hand was growing wetter and slicker with each passing second. Her daughter’s fluids were spreading all over hand by the second, which made her blush profusely.

“Oh…Oh, it’s…It’s getting bigger.”

She suddenly stammered, her eyes darting downwards briefly before returning to meet Kafka’s gaze.

Pulsating~

She could feel the thick veins along his length throbbing and pulsating against her palm as he swelled in her hand.

“It’s natural, Camila…A man’s body responds to pleasure.” Kafka explained gruffly, his voice strained as he fought to maintain his composure. “The better you are at pleasing me, the larger and harder I’ll become.”

Camila gulped nervously, her heart pounding wildly as Kafka’s penis continued to grow and throb in her grasp. The sheer size of it daunted her but also ignited an inexplicable curiosity within her.

“I-I see…So my hand motions are pleasing you, Kafka?”

“Very much so.” Kafka confirmed through gritted teeth, his eyes glinting with unspoken desires. “Keep going like that, and you might even make me spill over, Camila.”

“But that’s not your goal today, is it?…Your aim is to clean my cock.” Kafka reminded Camila of her purpose. He then gently guided Camila’s hand away from his cock, his breath hitching as he watched her small fingers release their grip. “Now, it’s time for your next lesson,” He said, his voice low and husky.

“Open your mouth, Camila, and stick out your tongue.”