She was wrecked. I had fucked her so thoroughly she was completely out cold now, sprawled on the bed like a used canvas. Her face—flushed, swollen, dripping—was the very image of debauchery, streaked and glistening with my cum. Every drop that clung to her skin told the story of how much love, lust, and need I'd unleashed on her. I had poured everything into her, every ounce of desire, leaving no part of her untouched.
Maybe I went too far.
But judging by the blissed-out smile curling her lips, she wasn't complaining.
Well… at least she looked satisfied.
I stepped out onto the balcony, letting the cool night air hit my skin as I gripped the railings. Below, the crowd gathered in waves, their energy electric. They buzzed with anticipation, waiting for the concert to begin, their faces lit with a rare joy.
