The room was filled with a heavy, intoxicating scent, a mix of sweat and sex that seemed to cling to the air. I looked down, my gaze drawn to the stark contrast of blood dripping from Hannah's thighs, a crimson trail against her pale skin. Only half of my length was inside her, and I could feel the resistance, the tightness that seemed almost unwilling to yield.
Pausing, I leaned down, my lips brushing against Hannah's in a gentle kiss. I could taste the salt of her sweat, the tang of her desire. "Are you okay, Hannah?" I asked, my voice a low rumble, a mix of concern and raw, unbridled lust.
She nodded slowly, her breath hitching as she struggled to find her voice. "Ah... your cock... It's too big," she managed to say, her words punctuated by sharp intakes of breath. "I can feel it pulsing, trying to stretch me further. It's like you're tearing me apart, and yet... ahh... it feels so good."
