The party was crowded, elegant, full of people distracted by their own conversations. He led me to a discreet table, and when I sat beside him, I could feel his eyes devouring every detail of me. I smiled… but it was a tired smile, marked by the night of excess I'd experienced before arriving there. My face still bore dried stains of semen, stuck near my mouth, in my hair, on my shoulders. My thighs bore visible signs, and my skin exuded that mix of sweet perfume and heavy sex that no amount of water could erase so quickly. He leaned closer, bringing his face close to my ear, and I whispered in a low, lustful voice: "I can still feel it dripping… my panties are soaked. My pussy and ass won't stop leaking the cum they left inside me." With each word, his body shuddered, as if he were reliving it all with me. We stayed there for hours, laughing softly, remembering every detail of the adventure: the bodies, the moans, the intensity... #ass