Yuko's nose wrinkled the moment she crossed the threshold. She froze—just for a heartbeat—eyes flicking around the room: the rumpled bed, the dark wet spots on the sheets, the faint puddles on the floor, the heavy, unmistakable scent hanging in the air.
[That smell… again… stronger… It's not me… it's the room… but… how…? Aunt Julie and Gabriela… they're sitting so close… Gabriela looks… flushed… sweaty… her blouse is… open? No… she's covering it… but… something's wrong… I… I must be imagining it…]
She forced a small smile, clutching the discharge forms.
"Jack… the doctor says everything looks good. You can leave today. Just need final checks…"
The doctor stepped forward—oblivious or professionally blind—while the nurses began checking monitors.
Gabriela kept her legs crossed tight, face half-hidden against Julie's shoulder, breathing shallow. A fresh trickle of cum slid down her inner thigh—visible if anyone looked closely—pooling at the crease where thigh met ass.
