With a heart full of anxiety and hope, Marisa swiftly walked to her son's ward. As she entered, she was met with a heartwarming sight that momentarily eased her worries. Her best friend, Clarabelle, stood by her son's bedside, engaged in a lively conversation that filled the room with laughter.Unable to contain her relief and joy, Marisa couldn't help but break into a warm smile. She approached the pair, and Clarabelle turned around, her eyes lighting up as she saw Marisa."Marisa!" Clarabelle exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine delight. She rushed forward to greet her friend.Tears welled up in Marisa's eyes as she embraced Clarabelle, feeling the familiar comfort of their friendship. It was moments like these that reminded her of the support and love she had in her life.After the heartfelt embrace with her best friend, Marisa turned her attention to her son, who was now looking up at her with a mixture of surprise and joy. She hurried to his bedside and enveloped him in a war
Marisa and Dave's conversation in the waiting area continued, their laughter and shared stories momentarily providing a welcome distraction from the anxiety that loomed over Marisa. They talked about their families, their interests, and even shared a few jokes.Dave couldn't help but be impressed by Marisa's resilience and her unwavering dedication to her son, Jeffery. He admired her strength and the love that radiated from her as she spoke about Jeffrey. Above all, he was captivated by her beauty and character. In turn, Marisa found solace in Dave's presence. He was a stranger who had offered his support without hesitation, and that meant the world to her during this difficult time.As they talked, Dave mentioned that he had a sister who had gone through a similar surgery as Jeffrey's, which gave Marisa some hope and reassurance. They continued talking, and Dave kept doing his best to make Marisa feel less worried about her son's surgery.At the same time, the man sent by Alejandro h
With the gun aimed at Dave, the man was all set to pull the trigger. As he pressed his finger onto the trigger, he took great care to aim straight for Dave's head. However, it appeared that fate had other plans for Dave because just as the man was on the brink of squeezing that trigger, a doctor suddenly emerged from the surgery recovery area. Marisa and Dave, who had been nervously waiting, rushed towards the doctor together. Alejandro's henchman cursed loudly in frustration as he missed yet another opportunity to eliminate Dave."Doctor," Marisa began, her voice quivering with anticipation, "Can I go and see my son now? Is he alright?"The doctor, a kind and compassionate individual, smiled reassuringly at Marisa and replied, "Yes, you can go see him. Jeffrey's surgery went well, and he's currently in the recovery area. However, he's still asleep due to the anesthesia. You can be with him, but it might take some time before he wakes up."Marisa nodded with gratitude, her heart feeli
As Blade refused to unwrap her arms from Alejandro's waist, his anger reached its breaking point, and with simmering anger, he grabbed the gun resting just inches away on the nearby table. When he grabbed the gun, his intention was clear: he aimed to shoot Blade, the source of his anger. But the moment he turned around with lightning speed, his mind, which was overwhelmed by the images and thoughts of Marisa, momentarily played tricks on him.The vivid memory of Marisa which was deeply imprinted in his mind, suddenly overlaid the present reality. Instead of coming across Blade's familiar face when he turned around, he was met with the spectral image of Marisa. His shock was evident and he couldn't believe his own eyes.His grip on the firearm faltered as his confusion deepened. He squeezed his eyes shut, fervently hoping that it was just a trick of his own mind. But when he reopened them, the image of Marisa persisted, refusing to yield to the physical presence of Blade. It was as i
"Now, get ready for it." Alejandro said, and without warning, he parted her legs and drove his cock into her moist honeypot, earning him a loud gasp from her.A loud moan escaped her lips when he bent her into two, making sure her knees were touching her shoulders before plunging his dick into her already moist pussy again.He did brutally this time, pushing it in till tears of pleasure filled her eyes, there's almost too much of him to take. She squeezed around him, and her toes curled instinctively."Go deeper, Alejandro" she moaned, though her pussy was on fire already even without any move from him.The first thrust came immediately, and she let out a scream. She was forced open, and he slid in and out of her pussy faster, a beautiful smile is on his face as he brutalizes her body.There and there, she admitted it that his beauty mystifies her, how someone so dangerous could have the face of an angel. She returned the beautiful smile, and a hard thrust entered her p*ssy, causing he
"I thought I was fucking Marisa? How did blade get here? When did she even get here?" Alejandro thought to himself as he glanced around the room in confusion."That was intense, Alejandro," Blade said, still smiling on the bed.Alejandro stood there, staring at Blade with a perplexed expression. Then it dawned on him that he had been intimate with her. The realization made him so angry that the shocked expression on his face instantly transformed into an angry one."What the fuck are you doing on my bed, Blade? And why are you naked?" Alejandro yelled, his deep voice filled with anger. Even though he had already figured out what happened, he needed confirmation from her, not wanting to believe that he had sex with her and not Marisa.Blade was taken aback and confused by Alejandro's sudden angry outburst. She slowly sat up in the bed, keeping her eyes fixed on him as her feet touched the cool tiled floor."I asked you a question, Blade!" Alejandro yelled, and she nearly flinched. "Why
In the dimly lit, Broadway street of New York City, a yellow taxi cab came to a smooth halt in front of Marisa and Clarabelle's apartment. The soft glow of the streetlamp above cast a warm, amber hue on the taxi as it came to a halt.Marisa elegantly extended her slender hand into the depths of her supple, well-worn leather purse, the material yielding softly to her touch. With a sense of deliberate grace, she retrieved her wallet, fingers brushing against its contours, while the faint scent of aged leather wafted upwards to meet her senses.In a display of measured consideration, Marisa kindly tallied the appropriate fare and a generous token of appreciation, folding the bills with deft precision. These notes were then gently placed into the awaiting palm of the cab driver, his hand extending toward her like an open book of quiet gratitude. A slight, but unmistakably warm, smile curled upon the driver's lips when he saw the tip given to him by Marisa."Goodbye, ma'am. And thanks for
"Hello, sweetheart," Alejandro's greeting resonated with a warm, endearing tone that reverberated through the room. His infectious, disarming grin had taken up residence on his face, stretching from ear to ear and casting a radiant glow upon him.Marisa's astonishment became palpable as her eyes remained fixed, unblinking, on Alejandro's face. A whirlwind of inquiries swirled within her mind, like a storm of confusion. "What is he doing here? How did he even get here? How did he know my house address? Did someone tell him? Has he been stalking me?" These myriad questions raced through Marisa's thoughts, all while her gaze remained firmly affixed to Alejandro's face, paralyzed by shock."You look shocked to see me, Marisa," Alejandro's deep, mellifluous voice abruptly punctuated the tempest of her thoughts.Marisa's astonishment doubled when he mentioned her name, an unexpected revelation. "Wait! He also knows my name? When did I tell him my name?" she pondered, bewildered by this newf