Chapter 71-playing with me

I am just unsure of when, the rain finally stopped. 

My chest was released, and my waist was held straight by someone. I was in a sorry state, with my bra still on, squeezing on my rib cage. 

The shoulder straps hung on my elbows, leaving handprints on my breasts, kissing them with red marks. 

My nipples stood high, swollen and drooping with unshed silver threads, a broken and beautiful feeling after being ravaged.

 And Karl. His black hair was messy and standing upright from my scratching, with a blood mark on his temple from my scratching. 

The lip I had bitten earlier now had blood beads forming from sucking on my nipples too forcefully. 

Karl didn't mind at all, with his messy face, he continued to hold me, examine me, his eyelids lowered, unruly and carefree. 

"Why are you crying?" He stated.