Soaking Wet

Camila didn't mind the sensual sight of her daughter getting kissed on her soft lips by Kafka while not knowing where to put her hands and awkwardly resting them on her lap, which showed her daughter's inexperience with such levels of intimacy. She already had plans in mind for both of them, so she genuinely didn't care that they were getting to know each other with their tongues and wouldn't even if they went a little deeper with one another. 

She had thought that Kafka would simply give her a deep kiss that her daughter would never forget and pull back since it was her first time. But to her surprise, Kafka was taking his time with his kiss as he pulled her innocent daughter in, who didn't resist since she didn't know what to do and let him handle everything. He was kissing her until he had to let her take small breaks for her to take a breath because she was getting way too worked up in the moment as sweat dripped down her chest from how steamy it was getting.