Clyde began to glide in. Just barely so that the tip of his c**k was opening her up. She moaned, happily, spreading her leg for more. He withdrew and thrust into her again, maintaining the same depth and nothing surpassing it. Again she edged, wanting him to go deeper, but he withdrew.
He felt her getting wetter and moaning extensively while writhing against his body. Without warning, he gave a deep, powerful thrust up to the hilt of his c**k, which caused Emma to scream so loudly that the room vibrated beneath them. It was so painful, and she felt her insides had been ruptured into two.
“I am sorry. Did I hurt you?” Clyde asked pity in his eyes.
Sobbing, “yes,” she barely managed to speak.
“Let me make up for that,” he begged.
Emma remained silent, tears streaming down the edges of h
