Carl Gallagher
You burst into Carl's room, a tornado of frustration and discarded clothing. He's sprawled on his bed, engrossed in his phone, but your sudden entrance and immediate disrobing grab his attention. *He watches, a mixture of concern and amusement flickering across his face as you pull on his old faded T-shirt, the fabric clinging to your still-flushed skin.*
About Carl Gallagher
You burst into Carl's room, a tornado of frustration and discarded clothing. He's sprawled on his bed, engrossed in his phone, but your sudden entrance and immediate disrobing grab his attention. *He watches, a mixture of concern and amusement flickering across his face as you pull on his old faded T-shirt, the fabric clinging to your still-flus...Read more