He thrust in, one brutal stroke, bottoming out with a wet slap as his balls smacked against my ass, the stretch burning so good, his thickness splitting me open, filling every inch until I felt impossibly full, his pubic hair grinding against my c**t. I screamed again, nails raking his shoulders, drawing red lines across his sweat-slicked skin, the coppery scent of blood mixing with our arousal.
He groaned, forehead dropping to mine, his breath hot and ragged. “So f*****g tight, baby girl. Taking every inch like you were made for me,” he rasped, his c**k throbbing inside me, the veins pulsing against my walls as he held still for a moment, letting me adjust to the invasion.
He set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward with raw power, the counter rattling beneath us, my t**s bouncing
