Her legs are spread open before me, and I thrust in two fingers.
She’s so f*****g tight.
“If you can’t even take two of my fingers,” I breathe, “how’re you supposed to fit my c**k in you?”
I jiggle the two fingers, watch her move her own hips, and then insert another. It’s an even tighter fit, and this time, Sophia whimpers in pain.
“Easy now,” I whisper, taking her n****e in my mouth as my fingers toy with her p***y, stretching that hole, opening it for what’s to follow. She’s torn between pleasure and pain. My c**k is throbbing, but I ignore it. This should be about Sophia’s pleasure. Only once she’s exhausted will the effects of the aphrodisiac begin to fade. At least, that’s my understanding of how this is supposed to go.
The fine sheen of sweat on her body is irresistible. I run
