I'm still trying to understand what happened... Because what was supposed to be just another afternoon became a separate chapter in my story of pleasure. Carla Cavalcante didn't just appear—she set everything on fire. From her touch to her gaze, from her conversation to her silence, everything about her is provocation, surrender, and intensity. The chemistry was immediate. The heat between us was relentless. Her every move was an invitation to madness, and my every response, a silent scream of pleasure. She didn't just drive me to ecstasy—she made me lose track of time, of my body, of control. Coming with her was more than an orgasm: it was a complete sensory experience. One of those that sends shivers down your spine, scars you, and leaves your body begging for more. I left with shaky legs, a numb mind, and a single certainty: Carla isn't a woman to forget—she's a woman to desire again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again...