The careful rhythm did not last.
Once Sol felt the worst of her resistance begin to ease… once those tight virgin walls stopped fighting every inch and getting wetter and actually letting him move… he stopped holding back.
The short, careful strokes turned into deeper, harder thrusts. He pulled farther out and slammed back in harder, burying himself to the root each time until his hips slapped against hers and the soft bushy mound of her pussy crushed against the base of his cock. The wet sound of their joining grew louder, filthier, echoing under the willows with every impact.
But even while he fucked her he couldn't stop touching the rest of her.
His mouth was already latched on her neck, licking the sweat and pond water off the dark marks he'd already left, biting down hard enough to make her jolt while his cock kept driving deep.
