It was going in slowly.
It was painfully slow, almost teasing in the way it stretched her inch by inch. I didn't rush it. I couldn't. Her vagina was unbelievably tight, gripping and resisting like it had a mind of its own, trying so hard to push my cock back out. It wasn't just tight. It was stubborn about it. Like it was saying, "Are you sure about this?" while her body betrayed her with how wet she was.
I lifted her legs higher, adjusting my grip until she was practically folded in half beneath me. Her thighs pressed toward her chest, her body bent in a way that left her completely open. It was an intimate, overwhelming sight and it was one that made my pulse pound harder.
"Mn… guh… uhhh…! Ah…!"
Her voice trembled, the sounds breaking out of her like she couldn't decide whether to hold them back or let them spill. She was trying to endure it, trying to keep some dignity, but her body was clearly overwhelmed.
