The motion was almost hypnotic: forward and up, then a slow roll back and down, letting her feel every pulsing vein, every subtle shift of girth as he flexed deliberately inside her.
He flexed again—thickening even more for a heartbeat—making her walls flutter and stretch around the sudden swell before easing off, only to repeat the flex on the next lazy circle.
Sarah gasped—soft, shattered—her fingers digging into his shoulders as the deep, rolling pressure lit up every oversensitive nerve. The lingering ache from her first stretch had melted into something hotter, heavier: a slow-building, liquid fire that coiled low in her belly with every grind.
Her pussy clenched greedily around him—trying to hold the thickness exactly where it pressed hardest—slick pouring out in warm, slippery pulses that coated his shaft and dripped down his heavy balls with every slow rotation.
