“You want this inside you, don’t you?”
Her lips parted. Nothing came out.
He leaned in. “Say it.”
“…yes,” she whispered, eyes full of shame and lust.
“Louder.”
“Yes. I want it. I want your c**k—please—”
He slammed into her.
One brutal, wet, satisfying thrust.
Her body seized as she screamed, her virgin walls stretching impossibly around him. He didn’t wait—he pulled back and slammed in again, filling her completely, forcing her cunt to obey the thickness of his c**k.
Her back arched. Her lips trembled.
Her p***y was gripping him like it didn’t want to let go.
“You were made for this,” he snarled, f*****g her hard now, rhythm deep and punishing. “For my cock.”
She could feel every vein. Every throb. Her walls were already slick with arousal, but he made them messy—made her cunt
