Charlotte finally came down from her intense orgasm, her face now twisted in a mix of fury and shame as she clutched at herself with trembling hands.
"You scum!" she yelled, her voice cracking with emotion. Tears streamed down her cheeks, falling one after another. The drastic shift from her intense glare to pleasure and back to fury was almost amusing to watch.
"Be grateful I'm not scum enough to show him how you got railed," I shot back. "If I were really a scum, I'd have done a hell of a lot more to humiliate you."
She growled at me.
"If you've got the time to growl at me like that, why don't you just start cleaning my dick?" I said, my voice cutting through the tension. "I can't just stuff it back in my pants like this, can I?"
