Sin For me, Daddy.
Rosealba stood on the vast terrace, perching against a burglar, while sipping gently from her wine.
The wind whispered grazing her skin. She lifted the glass cup to her lips, taking a gentle sip from it, soothing the afterburn of their sex.
The air on the terrace shifted as Rosealba noticed a figure. She titled her gaze— beside her Lina stood, hands gripping a glass cup as she looked up, admiring whatever Rosealba was admiring.
Rosealba’s gaze lingered on Lina’s cheeks for some seconds then she swallowed hard, turning to face the sky.