I could barely stand when Carl finally pulled out of me.
My legs felt like jelly. My knees were weak. c*m was leaking down my thighs from both my p***y and ass, making my skin sticky. I leaned against the bed for support, breathing hard, my body still trembling from the last orgasm. The room smelled like s*x, sweat, c*m, and my own wetness.
Carl stood behind me, breathing just as heavily. He gently turned me around and looked at me. His eyes were dark, but there was something softer in them now. He helped me fix my dress without saying a word at first. He pulled the hem down carefully, smoothing it over my hips. His fingers brushed against my thighs as he adjusted the fabric, sending another shiver through me.
“You’re a mess,” he whispered, a small smile on his lips. He used his fingers
