Chapter 190: Hannah’s Shock
The next moment, she hurriedly slipped his cock out and got off him. Seeing he was about to release, she didn’t hesitate and managed to catch it at the last moment.
Mop!
A soft pop sounded as her mouth enveloped his cock, taking about five inches in, nearly reaching her throat, as web after web of cum shot down her throat extravagantly.
Some cum slipped from the corners of her lips, and Jazmín’s eyes widened.
The climax had been reached, and a wave of silence settled between the two.
Slurp!
Jazmín cleaned his cock after swallowing every bit of his cum.
"Hmmmmm."
With a satisfied huff, she withdrew and unclenched her hand from around his dick.
Lying down, Miles watched the scene with a small smirk on his lips. His gaze shifted to her boobs and ass, feeling satisfied that he had left his mark on them.
Reaching for the tissue on the dashboard, she pulled out a couple of wet wipes and began wiping her fluids off herself.
"Oh no. We made such a mess. Your sister is going to be pissed. Besides, the scent is going to stay for a while."
Jazmín sniffed the lingering scent of sex in the air and turned to him with a hint of worry.
"What are you looking at?" she sneered, her tone jovial as she glanced at his limp cock.
"Don’t tell me you want to go again," she asked, a little afraid because she knew she wouldn’t refuse him.
"Not really, just appreciating the view."
Miles replied, grinning at her hot, naked body.
Jazmín slapped his thigh and quickly covered her twins with a pout.
"Cracking naughty jokes. I’d better get dressed before it wakes up again."
She hinted at his dick before letting go of her twins and picking up her bikini panties.
A minute later, the rustling sound of fabric filled the car as she put on her top, finally covering her body in a somewhat decent manner.
Meanwhile, having already pulled up his pants and cleaned up the evidence of their entanglement, Miles sniffed the air before turning to Jazmín.
"Let’s grab an ice cream," he suggested.
She agreed without hesitation.
Following a ten-minute drive, they arrived at a gas station not far from the estate and left the car for an automated wash and a manual interior cleaning.
Meanwhile, back at the Sinclairs’ mansion, as everyone got out of the newly bought luxury vehicle, Deb, Josephine, and Cassie entered the house after making sure Miles wasn’t around.
"You said you wanted to ask me for a favor."
Hannah turned to Yasmin, a little curious about the usually jovial and straightforward woman’s hesitant expression.
At that moment, Yasmin, who had remained seated in the car, inhaled deeply and sighed before speaking.
"Yes, it’s something private, and I’m afraid it might upset you."
Yasmin admitted, still hesitant, unwilling to ruin their newly built friendship, yet unable to keep quiet about that night.
Hearing that she might be offended, Hannah also became serious but nodded, signaling for Yasmin to continue.
"You know..."
Yasmin began.
"...it’s been a few days since I moved into the estate, and to be honest, ever since what Marcus did to me, I’ve been very reluctant to get close to any man. Trust me, I’ve tried being in several relationships, and it just isn’t my thing. So I’ve spent several years by myself, focusing on my daughter before finally finding Marcus and suing him..."
Yasmin paused to catch her breath while Hannah’s mind worked rapidly, piecing the details together.
A fucked-up, traumatized life.
A deep dislike for men.
A sense of feminine conquest.
No way... is she a lesbian trying to ask me to become her girlfriend?
Arriving at that conclusion, Hannah was amused and planned to decline after thinking about her stepson’s huge cock, which could satisfy her every need.
Or maybe I could do both... and let Miles fuck her with the dildo. Wait, I shouldn’t jump to conclusions yet. Besides, I’m still cleaning up my mess with Deb. After all, she caught me sucking her stepbrother’s cock. Poor girl.
Her thoughts quickly wandered away from the topic before Yasmin’s next words pulled her back.
"...three nights ago, I was resting by the window, cursing at the sky after exhausting myself cleaning Marcus’ room."
She spoke softly, appearing slightly dazed as she tried to recall every detail of that night.
"I lamented how boring the neighborhood was while smoking. Then I heard the lustful screams of a woman.
At first, I thought I had mistaken the wind. A misperception.
But no.
I perked up my ears and listened more closely, and the sound came again.
Much louder than before, in fact.
I thought someone was being assaulted and calling for help.
But then the screams changed.
A loud, frantic scream of the word Yes!"
The interior of the car fell utterly silent, to the point that even their subtle breathing became distinct.
Hannah’s mind, which had already run through countless scenarios and reached its own conclusion, shut down after hearing the details.
She stared blankly at Yasmin, who now turned to face her.
"I craned my neck a little and saw that the next house’s window was wide open. That’s where the sounds were coming from.
Hannah, judging by the identical layout of the estate’s houses, that should’ve been your room, right?
You don’t have to deny it. I recognized your voice and could repeat every scream you made if you think I’m bluffing."
Yasmin smiled and slowly reached out with both hands to wrap Hannah’s palm in hers, stunning Hannah with her desperate plea.
"I thought you were with your husband, and I felt deeply jealous. But after spending time with you today, I believe what you said about not having a husband.
And my desperate plea right now is that you introduce me to him.
Please."
Thinking Yasmin was about to blackmail her or confess something romantic, Hannah’s eyes fluttered, and her lips parted slightly in shock, convinced she had misheard.
But Yasmin quickly added,
"Honestly, I picked up my dildo that night and fucked myself while fantasizing about being in that room, receiving the same treatment as you.
I know this is improper, but could you please let him fuck me?
Even if it’s just once.
I’ll even pay for his services."
Yasmin tightened her grip on Hannah’s hand with a pleading look, causing Hannah to blink repeatedly, never expecting such an unexpected twist—that her ordeal three nights ago had driven someone to grab a dildo.
Hannah felt shocked, surprised, disbelieving, awestruck, and, above all, strangely aroused.
She shuddered and took a deep breath, her emotions tangled.
This is Miles we’re talking about. Will he agree to fuck her? Or am I willing to share him?
she wondered, already knowing her answer as an image formed in her mind.
Seeing Yasmin’s earnest expression, Hannah slowly shook her head.
"I’m afraid I’ll have to think about it and get back to you."
"Ah..."
Yasmin opened her mouth in surprise, not expecting Hannah to respond so readily by saying she would think about it instead of getting angry over such a secret.
"Surprised?" Hannah joked, though she was more curious to ask something else.
"Yeah," Yasmin replied with a smile.
"But... about that night.
Was I really that loud?"
Hannah asked, wanting confirmation.
"Yes. I could feel how intensely both of you were trying to stay in control."
Hannah pursed her lips.
Oh fuck. We really were that loud.
She smiled teasingly at Yasmin.
"Well, it’s getting late. Do you want to stay for dinner?"
Hannah asked.
But Yasmin declined.
"As much as I’d love to stay somewhere lively, I think I’ll sit this one out and let you think."
Though she didn’t say it outright, Hannah understood and nodded.
"I’ll get back to you then."
"Thank you. See you around."
Yasmin stepped out of the car and walked across the driveway toward the neighboring house.
Just then, a black car rolled to a smooth stop in front of her.
Jazmín stepped out carrying a white disposable plastic bag while munching on an ice cream that was already half gone.
Still unaware of her mother’s presence, she closed the car door and waved at Miles.
"Thank you."
She beamed as she watched the car enter the next driveway before turning around and spotting her mother wearing a knowing smile.
"Mom!"
Startled, Jazmín squinted her eyes and called out.
Yasmin walked over and took the bag from her, giving Jazmín a suspicious once-over before checking its contents.
"I know you like him, but did you notice how his sisters seemed determined to protect him from you?"
Yasmin teased.
"Hehehe."
Recalling that Miles already had several women, Jazmín laughed.
"They shouldn’t be," she replied to her mother, saying nothing more.
Meanwhile, after parking the car, Miles stepped into the house carrying two large disposable plastic bags filled with groceries, including ice cream, bread, eggs, and more.
