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.
