I positioned myself, my hands gripping the generous, resilient mounds of her asscheeks. The sensation of her smooth, slick skin against my palms was an immediate rush. I didn't care about the consequences; I had to feel her.
I pressed the head of my cock against her opening. It was already wet, hot, and waiting. The anticipation was overwhelming.
I drove forward, not with the explosive force she might have expected, but with agonizing slowness. I watched her muscles twitch and contract around me as I penetrated her, inch by deliberate inch. I was maximizing the sensation for both of us, protecting my back with careful, controlled power.
"Oh... God... Druski," she gasped, her voice tightening as I eased deeper.
The feeling was electric, skin to skin, the heat and friction magnified by the absence of latex. She was impossibly tight, gripping me with a strength that was purely primal.
