The White Housewives' Slút Club (7)
"Holy... f**k!" I cried out as Steven’s bare c**k pushed inside me, slow but unrelenting, forcing my tight pússy to stretch around him.
It was only the tip, but it already felt massive. My mouth dropped open in a gasp, heat rushing through my whole body. My legs shook against the sheets, and I could feel how soaked I was.
Steven gave me a wicked smile, eyes locked on mine.
“God, you’re tight,” he growled.
“Holy f**k… holy f**k…” I moaned, back arching, hands straining against the belt restraining my wrists. “Steven… oh my god…”
Another inch slid in, and I swear I could feel every vein, every inch of his thickness. I looked down and saw the way my pússy lips stretched around him, my body struggling to take it.
"That's nothing yet," Henry chuckled f
