Chelsea's mind swirled with disbelief and fear, yet beneath it, a strange heat began to build, pulsing through her cunt in rhythm with Ross's rigid length.
Minutes stretched endlessly.
Her muscles screamed in protest, but gradually, the pain began to blur, and a new, sharper sensation took its place.
Pleasure.
Tentative at first, then growing, spreading like wildfire from deep inside her.
Her hips twitched instinctively, testing the movement, and she realized she could start to push back, however slightly.
Slowly, cautiously, Chelsea began moving her hips in small, controlled motions.
The friction, the fullness, the heat of Ross inside her—it was overwhelming.
Pleasure surged through her body in waves, and her cries, once sharp with pain, began to shift into gasps of ecstasy.
Every nerve felt alive, every inch of her body consumed by the sensation of being filled completely.
"Oh… I… I'm…" she whimpered, her voice trembling as she began to lose herself.
