A hot, wet friction wrapped around me like a glove—like something alive, something intentionally crafted just to swallow me whole. The moment the tip slid past her entrance, everything around me seemed to slow down, like the air thickened and my body got dragged into a different atmosphere. The heat clung to me instantly, wrapping around every ridge, every vein, every twitch as if her insides had memorized my shape before I even finished pushing in.
I kept sinking deeper, and the world around me shrank into this one narrow, pulsing corridor of tight heat and the almost shaky rhythm of our breathing mixing together. Every inch of depth I claimed was met by that warm, soft, practically clinging flesh that kept welcoming me in, pulling me deeper as if she wanted to mold herself around me. Each tiny movement—just an inch—sent a small explosion through my pelvis, like sparks crackling up my nerves and straight into my spine.
