The car Mrs Endo had today was a different one. A sleek black sedan. Renji wasn't surprised, the Endos likely had so many other cars piled in that large garage of theirs.
The vehicle glided through the quiet lit streets of the city, the engine humming softly like a contented predator after a hunt.
Miyako gripped the steering wheel with her manicured hands, the same hands that had been fingering her sopping cunt just some minutes ago.
She had a straight posture, a professional driver who knew the rules of driving because she enforced them. Regardless of how the faint scent of her arousal lingered in the confined space, she still appeared to like the serious woman she was supposed to be.
Renji sat in the passenger seat, his body relaxed against the plush leather, staring out the window at the passing blur of neon signs and streetlights that flickered like distant stars in the early night.
