"Fuck… so tight," Alex groaned, the words rough and reverent as he stayed buried to the hilt inside Heena.
Her velvet walls gripped him greedily, fluttering and clenching around his thick length like her body was fighting to adjust, and failing beautifully.
He could feel every pulse, every tiny ripple of her pussy as it struggled to take all of him.
Heena's breath came in shaky sobs. Tears clung to her lashes, her reading glasses slightly fogged and crooked on her nose. The stretch was brutal... a burning fullness that bordered on too much... yet beneath the pain bloomed a deep, throbbing pleasure that made her toes curl in the tall heels.
Slowly, so slowly, Alex began to move.
He drew back just a few inches, then slid back in with careful control. The wet, obscene sound of her soaked pussy taking him filled the quiet bedroom.
