Satisfied, I stood up slowly, calmly adjusting my clothes. As I dressed, I cast one last glance at Charlotte, who lay collapsed on the floor, her hair disheveled and her half-closed eyes holding a strange, enigmatic smile.
Her pussy was still leaking my semen.
Before I could fully turn my back, a hoarse and mocking voice broke the silence: "You lost… hahaha..."
I turned my head, curious. Charlotte was trying to get up, but her legs were too weak to hold her own weight. She collapsed again, laughing to herself, as if she had discovered something that made sense only in her muddled mind.
I watched her for a moment, emotionless. I just sighed. It wasn't worth responding. With a brisk motion, I opened the door, leaving her alone in that miserable state.
On the other side, Marcel was sitting in his chair, watching me with that constant smile of someone who always seems to be analyzing something.
