My Young StepMom

The mansion's surroundings were already cloaked in darkness, with only the large bulbs hanging in every corner of the garden providing a sliver of light. Solana carried a bowl of food for the dog, Bruno. Despite being exhausted from a full day of tending to Don Freddie, she never forgot to feed her husband’s dog.As she walked alongside the high wall of the mansion, Solana suddenly stopped. She heard a strange sound coming from a dark part of the garden—a sound like someone struggling to breathe, as if being strangled, or like an animal giving birth in the intensity of its moaning."Ana?" she called out softly when she saw the familiar shadow of her fellow maid.Ana was facing her, knees buckling, eyes bulging, and her mouth open as if wanting to scream, but no voice came out. Behind her was a man Solana couldn't quite make out because the thick branches of the hibiscus bushes obscured them. All she could see was the man’s hand gripped tightly around Ana's neck, seemingly strangling h

Solana turned to her side and hugged her pillow tightly, struggling to stifle her sobs. On the other hand, she heard Henry’s low whisper to Ana—a whisper not meant for her, yet it was the very thing that made her night grow even darker.Before long, the luxurious double-deck bed began to sway. The wide wood groaned with every heavy movement from below. Solana heard the clinking of belt buckles and the sound of clothes hitting the floor. Then, the silence was completely shattered by a deep, baritone grunt.Solana quickly pulled the blanket over herself and clutched her pillow. She buried her face in it, trying to deafen herself. But her imagination was a traitor. She could clearly see in her mind Henry's hard muscles rippling, the sweat dripping down his chest, and the ferocity of his every move.In the midst of being caught between her blanket and pillow, a strange sensation began to crawl deep within Solana. A warm current starts from her groin and spreads throughout her entire body.