Kate moaned into his mouth, hips rolling desperately, trying to catch the head at her entrance. "Yes… I know it's wrong. I know I shouldn't want this, but I do. I need you to stretch me open. Fill me until I can't think."
Jaenor gripped his thick shaft and pressed the fat head right against her slick entrance. He pushed forward with agonizing slowness.
Kate's mouth fell open in a long, broken moan as the wide head forced its way inside. The stretch was intense — a burning, delicious pressure that bordered on too much. "Oh fuck… slow, baby, slow… you're so thick…" Inch after thick inch sank into her tight, velvety heat. She felt every single ridge, every pulsing vein dragging along her sensitive inner walls. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around the invasion, trying to adjust. When he finally bottomed out, hips flush against hers, the head pressed firmly against her cervix, she let out a shaky sob of overwhelming pleasure.
