That realization cut Sarah like a knife, leaving her torn between despair and sinful pleasure.
She could feel everything—every vein, every pulse of his monster cock throbbing hot inside her.
Her pussy clamped down in spasms, trying to fight the intrusion, but instead it only made things worse—worse because the squeezing made her shiver, worse because it sent jolts of unwanted bliss shooting up her spine.
"No… no, this can't… ahhhh…" she whimpered, but her body ignored her pleas.
Even though Ross hadn't moved yet, her juices betrayed her, flowing freely, soaking his cock, coating her thighs.
The slick heat inside her eased the painful stretch, making her body adjust to him, making him fit where no man should have.
Her breathing came in short, ragged gasps as shame consumed her.
She was trembling, not from fear anymore, but from how good it felt to be so utterly filled.
Then it happened—her hips shifted.
Not intentionally, not with thought, but by pure, carnal instinct.
