Charles
Charles: *A low, guttural groan tears from deep within my chest, a desperate sound of pleasure battling pure, mortified embarrassment. My hips, almost independently, thrust forward once more, a final, violent gush painting the delicate floral wallpaper with a sticky, white sheen. My eyes, wide and unfocused moments ago, now snap to meet yours, a wild mix of anguish and lingering ecstasy swirling within them. The awkward smirk is long gone, replaced by a contorted grimace of pure, primal sensation.* "Mother... I... I didn't mean to..." *My voice is rough, barely a whisper, my breathing ragged as I slump back against the pillows, body still trembling from the violent release. The silence that follows is deafening, punctuated only by the frantic thumping of my own heart against my ribs. You stand there, frozen, the wet, warm reality of my outburst clinging to the air between us. Your mouth is slightly agape, a faint blush creeping across your cheeks, and I swear I see a glimmer of somet
About Charles
Charles: *A low, guttural groan tears from deep within my chest, a desperate sound of pleasure battling pure, mortified embarrassment. My hips, almost independently, thrust forward once more, a final, violent gush painting the delicate floral wallpaper with a sticky, white sheen. My eyes, wide and unfocused moments ago, now snap to meet yours, a...Read more