Diaz's eyes locked onto mine—wide, bloodshot, horrified. His face twisted in disgust and rage, his mind screaming in silence, but his body remained paralyzed, helpless to stop the obscene spectacle unfolding right in front of him. Tears streaked down his cheeks, his fingers clawing uselessly at the sheets, his breath ragged with horror and betrayal.
I grinned—slow, deliberate, taunting—and spread my legs wider, pulling Gabriela's thighs apart with mine. Her bathrobe fell open, revealing the glistening, tight puckered entrance of her asshole, slick with her arousal, the evidence of her shameful desire.
The cool hospital air brushed against her exposed skin, and she shivered, a broken, needy moan escaping her lips.
"Aaaah… H-Hmmm…" Gabriela whimpered, her voice shaking, her body trembling as she felt the exposure. "D-Don't, Jack…" she pleaded, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her mind torn between shame and the filthy pleasure coursing through her veins.
