Walking down the stairs, Amy was still sore from last night after getting humped by Alessandro several time, before both of them came together simultaneously.
Walking into the kitchen, she smelled the very familiar aroma of her favorite tostados and empanadas; that her mother made for her specifically whenever she would visit her family.
Amy beamed with smile, jumping on to the bar stool in front of the kitchen counter, where the food was laid out, Amy was about to dig in when a loud smack on her hand made her pull back only to look up at her mother, who was throwing a deadly glare at Amy.
“Ouch? Why do you like to hurt me so much?”
“How could you come into the kitchen, without putting on fresh clothes and sit down to eat without a husband.”
Amy groaned in agitation, rolling her eyes
