"Is Deewa here?"
The voice coming from the kitchen sent a shiver down Deewa's spine. It was both unfamiliar and yet strangely, intimately familiar. Just hearing that magnetic tone was enough to make her panties grow slightly damp.
Luis smiled as he carried out a clay pot, bare-chested and wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, embodying the very image of the man of the house.
He was the one who had taken her virginity from behind, who had used both her holes, and who, after finishing, had forced her to suck the cock he'd just pulled from her ass. To put it bluntly, even if Luis were reduced to ashes, Deewa would still recognize him.
"You... you two..."
Deewa's voice was already trembling.
She knew Luis and her sister-in-law were undoubtedly carrying on an affair, even if she lacked solid proof. She just never imagined Luis would appear in Chloe's home, and in the role of the male host, no less.
