Gabriela let out a muffled, choked gasp, her body trembling as I violated her there, my tongue fucking her asshole with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Nnngh—! Mmm—!" she moaned, her voice vibrating around my cock as she took me deep again, her throat fluttering as I hit the back of it.
And then—
I slammed my hips upward, my cock plunging deep into her throat. Gabriela gagged, her eyes watering as I choked her with my length, her throat convulsing around me. "Mmm—! Ggh—!" she struggled, her moans muffled and desperate, her body trembling as I held her there, my cock buried to the hilt in her throat.
And then—
She was squirting, her pussy gushing hot, sticky fluid all over my face, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her.
But it wasn’t just her arousal—her bladder released too, a warm stream of piss splashing over my cheeks, my chin, dripping down my neck.
The humiliation of it only made her hotter, her moans growing louder, more desperate as she came all over me.
"Fuck—!" I growled against her ass, my voice muffled as I lapped at her, tasting her release, her shame, her need.
My tongue didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate—I licked her clean, my fingers digging harder into her hips as I owned her.
Gabriela’s body shuddered, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as she pulled off my cock, her lips glistening with saliva, her dark eyes wide with a mix of shock and lust.
The flush on her cheeks was deep, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "J-Jack..." she panted, her voice trembling, her fingers twitching at her sides. "I—I didn’t mean to—"
She shifted off my body, her movements stiff with embarrassment, her gaze dropping to the floor as if she couldn’t bear to look at me.
The shame in her eyes was palpable, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release—and the humiliation of losing control. "Auntie... really didn’t mean it..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, her fingers clutching the edges of her bathrobe as if it could shield her from the weight of what just happened.
I reached out, my hand gentle but firm as I turned her to face me. My grip slid to her waist, pulling her closer, my dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. "Auntie..." I murmured, my voice soft, reassuring—but my gaze was hungry, possessive. "I don’t blame you..."
My fingers brushed her cheek, my thumb tracing the flush on her skin as I leaned in, my breath warm against her face. "I’m happy..." I whispered, my voice a dark caress, my words loaded with meaning. "That I was able to help Auntie..."
And then—
My cock, still hard, still throbbing with need, slid against the coarse, damp curls of her pubic hair. The contact sent a jolt through both of us, Gabriela’s breath catching in her throat as she gasped, her body arching slightly into the touch.
"Aaaaah... Hmm..." The sound escaped her lips, her dark eyes widening as she felt the heat of me, the size of me, pressing against her most intimate place.
Her fingers clenched into fists, her body trembling as she tried to resist—but the way her hips shifted, the way her breath hitched, the way her pussy ached—she wanted this. She needed this.
And I knew it.
Gabriela’s body was still thrumming with lust, her breath ragged, her fingers trembling as she wrapped her hand around my throbbing cock. She positioned it at her entrance, her other hand rubbing her clit in slow, desperate circles. The moment the head of my cock brushed against her swollen folds, a moan tore from her lips—
"Aaaaaah..."
—her body arching into the touch, her pussy aching to be filled.
The air between us was electric, charged with a filthy anticipation, our bodies poised on the edge of something irreversible—
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Sarah’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Is everything okay in there?"
Gabriela froze, her body stiffening with frustration and panic. Her dark eyes widened, her fingers still clutching my cock as she stammered, "Y-yeah... Officer Sarah, everything is okay—"
But Sarah wasn’t convinced. "Auntie..." her voice was firm, authoritative. "Please open the door."
Gabriela’s breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of anger at the interruption and fear of being caught. She turned to me, her voice a desperate whisper. "What should we do?"
I smirked internally, my voice calm, measured—but my eyes burned with dark amusement. "What can we do?" I murmured, my tone resigned, as if I were just as trapped as she was. "First... open the door."
Gabriela nodded, her fingers reluctantly releasing my cock as she scrambled to tie her bathrobe, her body still thrumming with unfulfilled need. I grabbed the blanket, pulling it over myself just as she turned toward the door, her hands shaking as she unlocked it.
The door creaked open, and Gabriela stepped back just enough to let Sarah peek inside. Her voice was shaky, her cheeks still flushed with lust. "E-everything’s fine, Officer..." she stammered, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her robe. "We were just—"
Sarah’s sharp eyes
scanned
the room, lingering on the
rumpled
sheets, the way Gabriela’s breath was still
ragged
, the
tension
so thick it could be
cut with a knife
. Then, her gaze
locked
onto me—
pretending
to be asleep, the blanket
barely
concealing the
bulge
of my still-
hard
cock.
Her lips curled into a
knowing
smirk.
"Good,"
she said, her voice
smooth
,
dangerous
—like a blade wrapped in silk.
"Because I
heard
something..."
Her gaze flicked back to Gabriela, her expression
unreadable
, her dark eyes
gleaming
with something
predatory
.
And then—
She
pushed
the door open
further
, stepping
inside
without waiting for Gabriela’s response.
"I didn’t want to
disturb
you, Auntie..."
she said, her voice
sweet
,
mocking
—but her eyes were
cold
,
calculating
.
"But I thought I heard some
scream
coming from here..."
She
paused
, her gaze
sweeping
over the room again,
lingering
on the
damp
spot on the sheets—
Gabriela’s
release, still
glistening
.
"So I thought I should
check
... just in
case
."
Gabriela’s
thoughts
spiraled into
panic
.
[OMG!]
Her mind raced, her heart
pounding
in her chest.
[Did she
hear
my moans...?]
Her fingers
twisted
in the fabric of her robe, her body
tensing
with shame.
[What should I
do
...?]
She
glanced
at Sarah, her expression
carefully
neutral—but her
eyes
betrayed her
fear
.
[From the
looks
of it... Sarah doesn’t
know
...]
But she was
wrong
.
Because
I
heard Sarah’s
thoughts
—and they were
dark
,
twisted
,
revealing
.
[Hee. Hee...]
Sarah’s mind was a whirlwind of amusement and malice.
[This whole room... is under surveillance...]
Her thoughts were cold, calculating—like a spider watching a fly trapped in its web.
[Cameras everywhere... even in the bathroom...]
Her lips twitched, her smirk deepening as she glanced at me—still pretending to be asleep, still hard beneath the blanket.