Carrie's body was still quivering from the aftermath, yet the hardness pressed against her remained insistent, unyielding, throbbing with a promise she wasn't sure she was ready for.
Ross nuzzled closer, his breath hot against her ear.
He didn't rush, didn't speak, but the slow grind of his cock against her damp panties made it clear—he wasn't done.
Carrie bit her lip, her hand still covering her mouth as if she could silence not just her cries, but the dangerous thoughts rising in her mind.
She had never felt so powerless, so overwhelmed… and yet, part of her couldn't ignore the way her body ached for more.
The minutes crept by, heavy and silent.
Ross had stopped moving, but his presence behind her was overwhelming.
Carrie could still feel it—his long, thick cock wedged firmly between her thighs, hot and unyielding, a constant reminder that kept her body on edge.
Carrie anticipated what would happen next between her boyfriend and her.
