Sarah's dark eyes locked onto Gabriela's flushed face, her lips curling into a mocking, knowing smirk. She stood from her chair, her movements slow and deliberate, as she stepped closer to the bed. Her fingers brushed against Gabriela's forehead, her touch fake, taunting—her voice dripping with false concern.

"Auntie…" she purred, her tone sweet, poisonous. "Are you okay…?" Her gaze flicked down to Gabriela's trembling lips, the sheen of sweat on her skin, the way her breath was still ragged. "Your face is sweating…"

Gabriela's body stiffened, her asshole clenching around the tip of my cock, a soft, desperate moan escaping her lips—"Hmm…"—before she could stop it. Her dark eyes widened in panic, her fingers digging into the sheets as Sarah's touch lingered, her gaze burning with suspicion.

"N-no, Sarah…" she stammered, her voice shaky, her mind racing. "Don't worry…" She swallowed hard, her cheeks flaming with shame. "Auntie is fine…" Her breath hitched, her body betraying her as another wave of pleasure shot through her. "I'm just… ah…" She bit her lip, her voice cracking. "Worried about Diaz… That's all…"

Sarah's smirk deepened, her fingers trailing down Gabriela's cheek, her touch lingering—possessive, mocking. Her dark eyes narrowed, her thoughts swirling with jealousy and curiosity.

[Bitch…] Her mind snarled, her body aching with her own unfulfilled desire. [Lying through her teeth…] Her gaze dropped to the blanket—to the subtle movements beneath it, to the way Gabriela's body tensed every time I shifted. [What exactly is Jack doing inside her…?]

Beneath the blanket, my grin was dark, possessive—my cock pushing just a little deeper into Gabriela's tight ass. Her body jerked, a muffled moan escaping her lips as she bit down on the pillow, her asshole clenching around me. The heat of her, the tightness—it was intoxicating. Her fingers dug into the mattress, her breath hitching as she tried to stay quiet, her body betraying her with every shift, every whimper.

[S-She's right there…] Gabriela's thought was panicked, her mind racing with shame and lust. [If she finds out…]

Sarah's voice cut through the tension, smooth, mocking—but laced with something dangerous. "Auntie, don't worry," she purred, her tone reassuring—but her dark eyes gleamed with amusement. "Diaz is fine…"

Sarah's dark eyes locked onto the blanket, her gaze sharp, predatory—lingering on the subtle movements beneath it, the way Gabriela's body tensed every time I pushed deeper into her tight ass. A knowing smirk played on her lips, her thoughts swirling with jealousy and curiosity—and something darker, something hungrier.

[I know what you're doing,] Sarah's thought was a growl, her body aching with her own unfulfilled desire. [And I won't let you enjoy it…]

Her voice cut through the tension, smooth, mocking—but laced with something dangerous. "Auntie…" she purred, her tone reassuring—but her dark eyes gleamed with amusement. "Jack is asleep…" She glanced at me, her smirk deepening as she pretended to believe the lie.

"Why don't we both go out…?" Her gaze flicked back to Gabriela, her expression innocent—but her thoughts were anything but. "I see Auntie is unable to sleep…" Her voice dropped to a sweet, poisonous tone. "Just watch some TV to pass the time…"

Gabriela's body stiffened, her asshole clenching around my cock, a soft, desperate whimper escaping her lips before she could stop it. Her dark eyes widened in panic, her fingers digging into the sheets as Sarah's words hung in the air—taunting, threatening.

Gabriela's voice was a shaky whisper, her body trembling with a mix of shame and lust. "N-no…" she stammered, her breath hitching as another wave of pleasure shot through her, her asshole still clenching around my cock. "No, Sarah, I'm fine…" Her cheeks flamed with shame—and desire. "I-I just need to rest…"

Sarah's dark eyes narrowed, her thoughts swirling with frustration and jealousy.

[This bitch…] Her mind snarled, her fingers twitching at her sides. [What should I do to distract her…?]

A dark idea flashed through her mind.

[Yeah… He… he…]

Sarah reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone. Her expression shifted in an instant—shock, concern—perfectly feigned. "What?!" she exclaimed, her voice sharp, urgent. "What happened to Diaz?!" She paused, her fingers tightening around the phone. "Ok… Don't worry… We'll be right there…"

Gabriela's body froze, her dark eyes widening with panic. "Officer Sarah…" she breathlessly asked, her voice trembling. "What happened to my son?!"

Her asshole was still clenching around my cock, her body torn between fear for Diaz and the filthy pleasure I was forcing upon her.

Sarah's gaze flicked to Gabriela, her expression softening—fake, calculating. "Auntie, nothing to worry about…" she reassured, her voice smooth—but her dark eyes gleamed with something dangerous. "It's just that someone spotted a suspicious person in the hospital… That's it."

She paused, her tone shifting—expectant, manipulative. "If Auntie is worried…" she purred, her gaze locking onto Gabriela's panicked face. "I can take you to the hospital…" Her lips curled into a smirk. "Anyway, I'm just going to take a look…"

Gabriela's mind raced, her thoughts torn—conflicted—desperate.

[What should I do…?] Her heart pounded in her chest, her body aching with need—and guilt. [I should go see my son…] Her fingers clenched the sheets, her asshole still clenching around my cock. [But… Jack… I…]

She nodded, her decision made—reluctant, pained. And as she adjusted her robe beneath the blanket, her ass pulled forward—slowly, hesitantly—

My cock slid out of her asshole, the loss of heat, the loss of tightness, making me growl beneath the blanket.

Gabriela sat up, her breath ragged, her body gasping—aching—as she turned to Sarah. "I'll go to the washroom…" she mumbled, her voice shaky—and then she ran—escaping the shame, the lust, the filthy pleasure I had forced upon her.

Sarah's dark eyes dropped to the sheets—to the wet mark Gabriela had left behind. Her lips curled into a smirk—knowing, possessive—before her gaze shifted to me.

I was still beneath the blanket, my cock still hard—throbbing—aching for release.

Sarah's dark eyes locked onto the stain on the sheets, her lips curling into a smirk—knowing, possessive. She turned to me, her gaze dropping to the blanket—to the subtle movement beneath it, to the outline of my hard cock straining against the fabric.

"Stop pretending," she hissed, her voice low, dangerous—her fingers twitching at her sides. "That bitch is in the washroom…"

I opened my eyes, my gaze locking onto hers—dark, hungry, unapologetic. The blanket slid down, revealing my throbbing cock—veiny, glistening with pre-cum, the head still slick from Gabriela's ass. The scent of her—musky, sweet—still clung to me, intoxicating.

"What do you think?" I growled, my voice a dark purr, my fingers wrapping around my cock. stroking it slowly—teasing her, taunting her.

Sarah's breath hitched, her dark eyes widening as she took me in—hard, thick, unashamed. The sight of me made her thighs press together, her pussy aching with a need she couldn't deny.

Next chapter will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.