The room was thick with silence, the air heavy with the raw scent of sex and sweat, clinging to the walls like a lingering fog.
Silvia sat on her knees in the middle of the floor, naked and trembling, her thighs slick with the slow leak of cum from her stretched ass, trailing down her inner thighs to pool on the worn wooden boards beneath her.
Her auburn hair was matted to her flushed skin, strands plastered across her forehead and cheeks, her heavy breasts hanging exposed, nipples stiff and glistening with sweat.
Her hazel eyes, unfocused and dazed, flickered with a mix of shame, exhaustion, and something deeper—fear, perhaps—as they darted to where her glasses lay forgotten, scattered in the chaos of their earlier frenzy.
She looked up at Lor, who sat casually back in his chair, his cock half-hard, glistening with the remnants of their coupling.
