Dario’s point of view.
The feeling of being filled little by little is strange, but not bad strange. It's the kind of feeling that sends shivers of delight down my spine, and it makes me anxious, but again, the good kind of anxious.
“Are you okay?” Aless asks me for the tenth time while he stops again to let me get used to his very big and thick d**k, which, to be honest, I thought he'd never be able to get inside me, or at least not without pain, but he did the impossible, and apart from this strange feeling and the pleasure, I haven't felt anything else.
“I'm more than okay,” I reassure him, and he swallows hard, then nods as he pushes again and bites his lip hard, probably to stop himself from coming because I feel him twitching inside of me. That's also strange, foreign, and a voice
