At a point, she paused for a moment, wiping her hands on a towel, and glanced toward the hallway where Sylvester had disappeared moments ago.
She couldn't help but began to think of why he had left her alone in the kitchen. She had asked him to stay and help, knowing that her pregnancy sometimes made tasks like cooking more challenging. She never cooks at home, but here she was, cooking for them. It wasn’t that she couldn’t manage on her own, but his decision to leave her felt inconsiderate. She had wanted his company, his support, and yet he had chosen to be with Vanessa instead.
It wasn’t just about the physical help. It was about feeling valued, feeling like her presence mattered. But now, she was alone in the kitchen, left to handle everything while Sylvester tended to Vanessa.
She shook her head, trying to push the thought aside. Sylvester had said he needed to check on Vanessa, to make sure she was eating the fruit salad she had brought. It was a reasonable excuse, but at some point, she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Sylvester’s actions than he let on.
"Is it really necessary for him to stay with her? Vanessa is strong enough to eat on her own, wasn’t she?" She said to herself as her mind wandered further.
She didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but she couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that something was off. Sylvester’s insistence on being with Vanessa seemed excessive, almost as if he were avoiding her. But why? What reason could he possibly have to distance himself from her.
Anabel sighed, shaking her head again as she tried to refocus on the task at hand. She didn’t want to dwell on negative thoughts, didn’t want to let doubt cloud her mind.
"Am I overthinking things? Is my pregnancy hormones making me more sensitive than usual?" But even as she tried to convince herself, the unease remained, a quiet whisper in the back of her mind.
If only Anabel knew the truth. If only she knew that Sylvester and Vanessa were in the bedroom, having fun. At that moment, Vanessa and Sylvester were both naked, kissing passionately.
"I want you inside of me. Give it to me. I want to feel your warm sausage inside of me." Vanessa said and he positioned his rod and the entrance of her honey pot.
Slowly, he pushed in. "Ohh!" Vanessa let our a faint moan as he slide more than half of his sausage inside of her. He pulled back a little and skids in again.
In a slow pace, he began to go in and out. "Oh! This is so good!" She moaned faintly. She was careful not to make a loud moan. Each thrust was bringing them close to ecstasy.
If only Anabel knew what was going on. The person she thinks that loved her was busy, having passionate sex with another woman. Who will tell her she was living for future heartbreak. Not just heartbreak, but getting duped a lot of money.
Sylvester and Vanessa continued to have sex but. Anabel was not aware. Anabel was busy dishing Sylvester's meal, while he was busy, dishing his dick in and out of Vanessa. Soon, they got to the peek and he released deep inside of her. Vanessa could feel the shoot after shot as he continued to fill her pussy with his cum.
After emptying his balls, he kissed her and pulled out, then wore his brief and took the remaining fruit salad.
Just when he finished eating, Anabel knocked on their door. She had finished cooking and had came to inform them.