The pressure was intoxicating—tight, warm, and impossibly consuming. Steve guided his cock in slowly, savoring every second as her tight arse hole stretched to accommodate him.
Slick from the heat of her deepthroat, he moved deeper, inch by aching inch, until he felt her fully wrapped around him.
A guttural sound escaped his throat, raw and involuntary. Fiona gasped, her lips parting as her breath hitched. Her body trembled, and a sharp moan tore from her lips before she clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes squeezing shut in stunned pleasure. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her back arching instinctively as if to draw him in even further.
Steve's grip tightened on her hips, grounding himself in the feel of her. She was molten beneath his hands, silken and trembling, every nerve drawn tight. He pulled back slowly, the friction nearly maddening, before thrusting his thick length forward again—deeper into her. Fiona shuddered, muffling another cry.
