Her words, raw with need and perfectly delivered to the camera, were the final trigger.
"You got it, Lisa" I snarled, my voice thick with contemptuous possession. "You get exactly what you begged for."
My hand shot down, tearing open the zipper of my silk trousers. I shoved the material down quickly, freeing my cock, which sprang out—hard, hot, and violently ready.
I grasped my own shaft with one hand, slicking the tip with my spit, and used the other hand to brutally part her legs, hooking one high over my shoulder. Her exposed pussy, slick and glistening beneath the ripped lace, was perfectly presented to me.
I didn't waste time with teasing. With a single, savage thrust, I slammed my full, thick length into her tight opening.
A sharp cry of mingled pain and ecstasy tore from her throat as I buried myself to the hilt. The tightness around my cock was instantly agonizingly good, confirming her words: she was incredibly tight.
