Well, if she wasn't ready for a second round already, she's sure as hell ready for it now. Stelle hadn't known that that was a kink for her, but hearing those words pour from Kafka's lips like golden velvet just hits something in her brain. She starts eating Kafka out, still under the pretense of cleaning her, even more enthusiastically; after a moment, she lifts her chin and slips a finger inside. While she does that, she tilts her head up and starts coaxing out Kafka's clit like she already knows everything she could possibly need to know about pleasuring her.