Carrie's sobs hitched. She looked up—Kim's pussy hovering just inches above her mouth, glistening, waiting. Carrie's eyes were red-rimmed, defeated.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry."
Kim met my eyes again. Her expression stayed neutral—unreadable. She didn't speak. She simply lowered herself back down, settling her pussy firmly over Carrie's mouth once more.
But this time she leaned forward.
Her tongue found Carrie's clit—slow, deliberate licks at first, then firmer circles. Carrie's muffled cry vibrated straight into Kim's core.
