She gasped as my c**k forced its way inside her—slow, thick, stretching her soaked p***y inch by inch.
Her hands flew to my chest, fingers digging in, nails scraping like she didn’t know if she wanted to pull me closer or push me off. But her hips told the truth. They rose to meet mine, greedy and aching for more.
“F–fuck, you’re so tight,” I growled, jaw clenched as I sank deeper. “So f*****g wet for me.”
Her eyes squeezed shut. She whimpered beneath me, legs trembling around my waist.
“This is wrong…” she whispered.
“Doesn’t feel wrong to your p***y,” I snapped, driving in harder. Her body jerked up the bed with the force. “Feels like it’s been waiting for this.”
She opened her mouth to speak—but all that came out was a strangled moan as I slammed in again, balls slapping her ass.
