Fuck… i-it's too big… ahh~
The woman's scream tore from her lungs, raw and unrestrained. The bedsheets were twisted tight in her shaking fists, knuckles pale from the force of her grip. Her eyes squeezed shut from the strain, tears slipping free as her mouth fell open in a cry she couldn't contain.
The massive length pushing into her stretched her unbearably. Her pussy was forced open around him, pulled so wide it felt as though it might split beneath the pressure of his cock.
"AHhHhhhh~"
The sound that left her wasn't pleasure—it was pure, overwhelming pain.
She could feel her labia being dragged apart, stretched further than they had ever gone.
Blood began to bead and trail from her vagina, a stark mark of how untouched she had been before this moment.
But it wasn't over. Only the thick tip had entered her, and already she felt close to breaking.
Then, slowly, he pushed deeper.
Every inch that slid inside sent a violent surge through her body—pain first, sharp and blinding, chased immediately by a confusing wave of pleasure that coiled low in her belly.
"AHhh~
Fuck—it huuurts…"
Her voice climbed higher, trembling, almost pleading. She couldn't tell him to stop. She didn't want to. She had wanted this. She had chosen this. And now she had to endure it.
Her grip loosened on the sheets. Instead, she reached forward, grabbing his head and pulling him down against her chest, wrapping her arms around him and pressing his face between her heavy breasts as if she needed something solid to hold onto.
She clung to him.
But it didn't help. She could still feel her entire pussy being invaded, filled by something she wasn't sure her body could truly take.
"AHhhhHhh~
Ahhh~"
Her stomach tightened as the thick intrusion moved within her. It felt as if her insides were being reshaped around him, every slow thrust forcing her body to adapt.
Then she felt it—deeper pressure, heavier, pressing toward the very core of her.
Her arms tightened instinctively. Saliva slipped from the corner of her mouth as her eyes rolled back, overwhelmed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh—!"
He pushed even further, grinding into the deepest part of her until she felt stretched to her absolute limit, as though he were testing the very boundaries of her body.
"FUuuuuauuuUuuuCk—!"
The cry tore from her in a broken mix of agony and desperate pleasure.
She was losing herself.
Her tongue hung from her parted lips. Her pussy pulsed around him, clenching, shaping itself to his size. Blood continued to drip slowly down, mixing with the slick heat between them.
He pulled back gradually, and she felt the hollow ache as her insides tried to settle—only for him to drive forward again, forcing her open once more.
"AHHHHHHHHH~!"
Her screams filled the room.
He didn't slow. He kept pounding into her, each thrust slamming into her depths. Every second felt like torment and ecstasy tangled together. Her cries—wild, desperate—only seemed to urge him on, and without a word he increased his speed, driving into her harder and faster.
Each time he thrust, her breasts swayed, her head snapping back with the force.
"Ahh~ ahh~ ahh~ ahh~"
Somewhere beneath the pain, pleasure bloomed—hot, addictive, exactly what she had longed for. She had wanted him. And now she had taken him.
Her mind spun between agony and bliss, unable to separate them.
He didn't stop. His hands gripped her bouncing breasts, fingers pressing deep into the soft flesh. He leaned down and bit at her nipple, sharp enough to make her scream again.
Still he pounded, faster, relentless.
Her eyes rolled back completely, saliva trailing from her mouth as her strength began to fade.
Yet he continued to fuck her wide, stretched pussy, now molded to his shape. He lifted her pale legs into the air and pressed them together before resting them over his shoulder, changing the angle without ever slowing.
Her body tightened around him in response.
He held her suspended legs firmly as he continued thrusting. Their flesh met with wet, heavy sounds that filled the room in a steady, obscene rhythm.
The woman could only smile weakly now, drooling, her moans growing louder and more unrestrained as the storm of sensation consumed her completely.
The man's free left hand gripped her left ass cheek, squeezing it firmly, molding it to his liking before striking it.
Pack~
The sharp sound echoed through the room, making her cry out.
Another slap.
Pack~
Then another.
Pack~
"Ahhh… Fuuuuuck…"
He didn't stop. His palm kept landing against her flushed skin until it burned red beneath his hand. Each strike stung, yet the ache mixed dangerously with pleasure spreading through her body. His thrusts never slowed. He kept moving inside her relentlessly, stretching her until she felt herself giving in to his size.
Suddenly, he lifted her. Her body rose effortlessly into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist while her arms clung around his neck.
He held her suspended like an aerial dancer.
Each thrust drove upward, forcing her body to bounce slightly with the motion.
It pulled louder screams from her lips.
She felt him reaching everywhere inside her, every movement brushing deep, intimate places that made her head spin. Her body moved with him helplessly, rising and falling in rhythm as he held her tightly.
The pleasure became overwhelming. She tightened her arms around his neck, holding on as if she would fall otherwise. Her expression grew dazed, eyes unfocused, lips parted as her breath turned uneven.
The position twisted her senses into chaos.
"Ahhh— I'm cuuuUuuUuuuming…!"
But he didn't slow down. His arms tightened around her waist as he drove into her faster, rougher, holding her firmly in place.
Her body jolted.
A long cry tore from her throat as her climax hit all at once. Her muscles spasmed, her grip around him tightening instinctively as the intensity rushed through her. Her legs trembled, and warmth spilled down her thighs.
Her breathing turned weak and uneven afterward. Her strength seemed to drain from her body as the aftershocks faded.
He finally stopped and looked at her flushed, overwhelmed expression.
"Nemuri… are you alright?"
She didn't answer.
Her body felt limp in his arms, exhausted from the intensity.
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Light.
And I'm really not good at writing smut..stuff..(゜_゜;)