She can hear herself babbling incoherently, saying something about him being so big inside of her, filling her so much that she can't think, can't do anything but mewl and whimper, beg for him to stop and keep going, the words no longer making sense to her.
She is surprised by how he is able to f**k her at all, put his c**k inside of her and fill her up. There's an uncomfortable stretch and a sort of burn there, a discomfort from taking something so much bigger than should be possible, but it's not a problem for him at all.
"You're made for me, love," he says, pushing in, shoving himself up inside of her, deeper and deeper every time she thinks he's reached his limit and there's nothing more to give.
She gasps and arches her back for more, her hips already writhing in ecstasy.
He smile
