Joan's body was oversensitive, and every thrust felt like too much and not enough all at once.
"You're mine," Ross growled, his lips close to her ear. "This pussy… this tight little virgin cunt… it's all mine now."
Joan could only moan in response, her hands gripping his shoulders as her head tilted back, surrendering to him completely.
Ross reached under her knees and lifted her legs higher, folding her open, giving himself a deeper angle.
Then he slammed into her again, burying himself to the hilt—balls slapping her ass, cockhead pressing deep against her womb.
Joan let out a choked sob of pleasure, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
Her body had never felt anything like this—so full, so thoroughly taken.
She could feel every inch of him inside her, every vein, every twitch.
Ross's pace grew more frantic.
His hips slapped into her like a machine, sweat dripping from his temples onto her breasts as he lost himself in her body.
