Steven covered my mouth with his as he slowly interested his p***s into me. I gasped against his lips at the intrusion. I knew he was big, but right now he felt massive.
Pain rippled through my core, making a tear roll down my cheek.
He stopped moving, wiping the tear away. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded my head.
“I won’t move until you’re ready.” He said kissing my cheek.
After a minute of controlling my breathing, “I’m ready.” I whispered to him.
He kissed my lips once again as he slowly inched himself out.
“Stacey, you’re so freaking tight.” He breathed bringing himself back in.
The pain disappeared with his words and was replaced with want and need to have more of him.
My breathing turned into panting, moans escaping as pleasure overtook
