Ashley might have feared the worst, but Ross had a completely different feeling.
He couldn't wait to fuck Ashley again, not as Lyric, not as some facade, but as his true, unrestrained self—Ross Oakley.
He held his cock straight, eyes dark with desire, and began to push ever so slowly into Ashley's pink, tight cunt.
"Ohhhh my g…" Ashley's lips parted, forming a perfect 'O' as Ross's thick, hard length gradually filled her.
Her hands pressed against his chest, trying to resist being overwhelmed, as if she could somehow control the depth of his penetration.
Her body trembled with a combination of shock and arousal, every nerve on fire.
It felt like her pussy was splitting in two, stretched beyond what she had ever known.
Ross was bigger, stronger, and more consuming than her husband, Lyric, in every imaginable way.
With each slow inch, Ashley felt him carving a path down her sweet, wet pussy that no other man had ever dared to travel.
