Asperia gasped, her entire body shuddering as she took him in—inch by inch—her insides spasming, trying to resist the invasion even as her hips betrayed her and pressed down further.
Her knees dug into the sheets, trembling from the strain. Thighs stretched taut, her calves clenched, and her toes curled against the mattress.
Her pussy—tight, untouched—quivered as it was forced open, her walls struggling, fluttering, trying to mold around the pulsing heat of him buried inside. It wasn't gentle.
It wasn't easy. It was too much—and her body knew it.
Her breath hitched in short, stuttering pants. Her chest rose and fell, her breasts swaying, soft mounds jiggling with each tremor that shook her.
She clung to his shoulders like they were the only thing keeping her tethered—fingernails dragging into his skin, leaving raw streaks behind.
