Carrie stayed frozen for a heartbeat—panting, trembling—then started moving. Blind, shaky, she crawled toward the bed, ass still high, red handprints glowing on her cheeks, pussy dripping a steady trail behind her.
I grabbed a fistful of Carrie's hair near the roots, twisting just enough to get a good grip. She let out a small, startled yelp as I yanked her head up and started walking—slow, steady—toward the bed. Blindfolded, she had no choice but to crawl after me on hands and knees, palms slapping the carpet, ass swaying with each hurried shuffle. The plug was long gone, but her hole still twitched open and closed with every movement, like it remembered being stretched.
She didn't see the edge of the bedframe coming. Her shin cracked hard against the metal corner. A sharp hiss escaped her teeth; her body jerked sideways, almost losing balance.
