"Ohhhhh…" Carrie whimpered, her voice trembling like a wounded kitten, finally settling after five relentless minutes of orgasmic waves that had left her body trembling and weak.
Her arms flopped limply to her sides, her legs quivering, and her body sagged against the bed like a limp doll.
Yet her eyes remained fixed on Ross, wide and desperate, filled with obsession and raw desire.
She looked like a woman possessed, entirely consumed by love and lust, and there was no escape from the man who now had full control over her body.
Ross, sensing both her exhaustion and lingering desire, slowed his movements deliberately, not out of mercy but out of desire to draw out her pleasure.
He let his gaze roam over her glistening body, lingering on the slick, swollen folds of her pussy, where she had already soaked the sheets and the bed with her juices.
