"Aaahhh—" she sobbed softly, tears falling faster, but her hips kept moving, sinking lower on instinct, inch by torturous inch. Her walls fluttered and gripped, adjusting to every ridge, every vein, like her body was memorizing me.
I guided her with both hands on her hips now—slow, steady pressure down, letting her set the pace but helping her take more. Halfway in and she was shaking harder, pussy clenching in waves, so wet I could hear it.
"That's it… just like that," I praised, voice strained. "You're doing it, baby. Taking your first cock like you were made for it."
She cried out when I hit that final resistance, body tensing again, but she didn't stop—pushed through it with a broken moan, sinking all the way down until I was buried to the hilt inside her, her virginity gone, her tight heat wrapped around every inch of me.
We both stilled, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
