Her pussy was amazing—way beyond what I had imagined, even after everything we'd already done. The moment I slid into her, I could feel it, that strange sensation along her walls, like the little bead-like ridges inside her were shifting. It wasn't just squeezing or pulsing. It genuinely felt like her insides were moving, rubbing along the entire length of my shaft in this hypnotic, wave-like rhythm. It almost felt like her pussy was trying to memorize my shape, like it was tracing every single contour with slow, deliberate strokes.
I grabbed onto her hips, and fuck, her hips were soft. Soft in a way that made my palms sink into her flesh like warm dough. Perfect hips, really. There was something about the shape of her body that made holding her feel addicting—like my hands were supposed to be there and nowhere else. I couldn't stop myself from pulling her closer, gripping her as if I could fuse our bodies together.
