I could feel her pussy walls clamping down hard, like a velvet hole gripping me in raw, desperate heat—wet, slick, and pulsing with that initial shock of fullness that always hits like a punch to the gut, where the body fights back before it surrenders.
Her inner muscles fluttered wildly, trying to adjust to my nine-inch girth, veined and throbbing, buried balls-deep in one brutal thrust.
Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the sweat beading on her marble-pale skin, and she arched against me, her massive tits heaving as she gasped for air.
'Fuck, she's tight as ever,' I thought, gritting my teeth against the overwhelming sensation.
It was like sliding into molten silk—hot, slippery, and so damn responsive that every tiny twitch of her walls sent electric jolts straight to my balls.
That raw burn of friction giving way to pure, addictive pleasure, her juices already coating my shaft, leaking out around where we joined.
"Aahn... Wh-why is it thick... Angh..."
