Cattleya’s POV
I held my breath, my eyes fixed on him.
As I waited for him to move, he remained still in the missionary position. "I'm gentle," he assured me, but his words purely countered the sensation.
I gripped the bedsheets, my tears silently streaming down my face.
His movements felt invasive as if he were tearing me apart. And my heart pounded in my chest, even the pain was overwhelming.
He filled me with his big c**k, causing me to gasp and moan in pain.
I couldn't even move; my body felt numb, and all of a sudden, he slowly moved inside me to ease the pain.
My nails dug in so badly behind his back, but that didn't stop him from thrusting himself inside me.
"Ugh…" I groaned as the sensation gave way to pleasure.
Each time we collided, I could feel the wetness in our b
