The Devil Took my Virginity
He started to move — slow, deep thrusts at first. Pulling almost all the way out so I could feel the thick head catch at my entrance, then sliding back in until his hips slapped against my ass.
Every stroke dragged along every sensitive nerve ending. The burn slowly melted into pure, blinding pleasure.
“Harder,” I begged, pushing back against him. “Please, Husband… f**k me harder.”
He gave me what I wanted.
His pace increased, powerful, rhythmic thrusts that made the heavy table creak beneath us. The wet, obscene sound of his thick c**k slamming into my soaked p***y filled the entire dining room.
“Look at how beautifully you’re taking me,” he growled, one hand reaching around to rub tight circles on my swollen c**t. “Your virgin blood and cream are coating
