Gabriela glanced at him, her dark eyes softening with concern. "D-Diaz…?" she whispered, her voice breaking, her fingers reaching out to brush his forehead. "He's finally resting…" she murmured, more to herself than to us, her body still trembling from the aftermath of arousal and shame.
Sarah winked at me, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief and malice. "Jack, you take care of Auntie here…" she purred, her voice smooth as silk, but her gaze burning with something far darker. "I'll go to the police station to check on the situation with Diaz's attacker…" She paused, her lips curving into a smirk. "See if there's any progress…"
As she turned to leave, I caught the flicker of her lips moving—just for a second— "Fuck her…"
The door clicked shut behind her.
I glanced at Gabriela—her body still trembling, her dark eyes glazed with confusion, shame, and lust. The memory of my touch still burned on her skin, her pussy aching with unfulfilled desire.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
