what a lucky soul you are. Laying in kafka’s arms, head completely buried into her chest and your own arms tightly wrapped around her waist. Clinging to her as tight as your body will allow. A nice comfy bed beneath her back. A bed which you were barely touching due to laying directly on top of her body. “comfy, doll?” she purrs in a low, sultry tone. Moving a hand up to your hair and scratching ever so gently yet firmly. “I’m not going anywhere. No need to be so tight.”