Jennifer's mind whirled.
Every nerve ending screamed with overstimulation, yet beneath it all, a part of her marvelled at the difference between Ross and the others.
Men had always been hesitant with her, timid, fearful of what she might demand—or what she might refuse.
But Ross didn't care. He didn't hesitate. He didn't negotiate.
And that fearlessness, that unyielding dominance, made her body respond in ways she hadn't thought possible.
Every gasp, every shudder, every moan that slipped past her lips seemed to fuel him further, and she realized just how powerless she was to resist him.
"Oh… oh God… too much…" Jennifer whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut as Ross continued his relentless thrusting.
The pain and fullness were almost unbearable, yet beneath the surface of discomfort, waves of pleasure crashed through her.
Her pussy gripped him tighter, hotter, wetter, every movement urging him to take more, to claim more.
