My cock, positioned at her entrance, pressed. The head, pushing against the wet lips, was millimeters from entering. The heat, the wetness, the tightness. All of it was there. All of it was waiting.
Her eyes, which had been locked on mine, drifted down. To my cock. To the head, dark and thick, that was about to enter her. The size, the girth, the length. Ten inches. She was small. Tight. A virgin. The cock, which was about to take her virginity, was too big. Too thick. Too much.
She trembled. The fear, the arousal, the anticipation. All of it mixed together, creating a cocktail of sensation that was driving her insane. Her body, which had been ready, was now tense. Her pussy, which had been wet, was now clenching. The walls, preparing for the invasion, tightened.
I leaned. My weight, pressing forward, pushed the head in. The lips, spreading, parted. The entrance, yielding, opened. The tip, entering, was met with resistance. The hymen. The barrier. The last defense.
