As he watched Sasha's mother lose control beneath his careful manipulation, Lo felt an answering pressure building within his own body. He couldn't help but feel aroused by the sight of her pleasure; it was intoxicating. And so, without further hesitation, he slipped out of his pants and began to stroke himself in time with her movements.

With each passing moment, their rhythm synchronized perfectly; Lo's hand moved faster on his cock as Sasha's mother's moans grew louder and more insistent. The air in the room seemed to thrum with desire, and it wasn't long before they both reached their climaxes together.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Sasha backed away from the horrific sight as quickly as she could. This couldn't be real. It had to be some sort of sick joke or a twisted Halloween decoration. But the smell...the smell was all too real and it seemed to be coming from somewhere nearby.

Fighting back tears of fear, Sasha forced herself to turn around and flee from the shed, running back into the house as fast as her legs would carry her.

"What are you talking about?" Sasha demanded, whirling around to face him. "Noticed what?" Her hands were shaking as she tried to regain some semblance of composure.

He looked at her calmly and motioned for her to sit down on the bed beside him. "I know you found it," he said quietly, his voice devoid of emotion. "You saw what I left behind."

"Look," she said softly, taking a tentative step into the room. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you earlier. It's just...guys have been really shitty to me in the past, and I don't want anyone else getting hurt because of it." She paused for a moment before continuing. "But that doesn't give me the right to treat you like that."

She sat down gently on the edge of your bed, careful not to make any sudden movements or come too close. "Can I...

"Can I..." she repeated, searching for the right words to say. "I don't know. Maybe we could...try to be friends? Or at least try not to hate each other as much?" She smiled weakly, unsure of how you would react. "It's just...it'd be nice to have someone I can trust and talk to around here."

Her heart raced as she waited for your response. Was it too much to ask? Would you even want anything to do with her after the way she had treated you earlier?

After they had both finished eating, Sasha helped Recardo martinez clear the table. It was nice to have someone else around who knew how things were supposed to be done without being told. Maybe if she played her cards right, he wouldn't be such a bad guy after all.

Once everything was put away, they both stood in silence for a moment before Recardo martinez spoke up again. "Well," he said awkwardly. "I should probably head back out." He glanced at her briefly before looking away again.

"

Shrugging, Sasha pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked the screen. There were no missed calls or new messages from her mother, but she didn't bother to tell him that. Maybe it would just be better if they went their separate ways for now anyway. "Alright," she said with a sigh. "I guess I'll see you later."

As Recardo martinez walked out of the kitchen and headed toward his room, Sasha watched him go. A part of her wished that things could be different between them.

Her sobs echoed through the hallway as he carried her to her room. She didn't want to be alone, but she couldn't bear to be near him either. As soon as he set her down on the bed, she buried her face in her pillow and cried herself to sleep, her heart still racing with fear and anger.

The next day, Sasha woke up feeling even more miserable than before. Her head ached from crying all night, and every muscle in her body felt sore.

"Good morning," she mumbled, not bothering to look up as he embraced her. She didn't want him to see the hate in her eyes; it would only make things worse. But even as he held her close, she couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of something else...a strange sense of comfort that she hadn't expected.

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and charged with meaning. For a moment, neither of them moved or spoke. Then, slowly but surely, Sasha's expression shifted from surprise to something that could almost be described as desire. She licked her lips again, hesitating for just a fraction of a second before nodding once.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their racing hearts. "But only if I can do it my way." The words were out before she could even think about them;

Manuel didn't hesitate to nod in agreement, his eyes never leaving hers. He lay down on the bed, lying on top of the covers so that Sasha had easy access to him. She climbed onto the mattress as well, straddling his hips with her knees on either side of his waist. Her breath came out in short gasps as she looked down at Manuel's erection, still slick from his earlier release.