Mark already had his cock completely hard and rigid when she brushed her soaking entrance against the tip for the third time.
The heat coming from her pussy was intense, almost burning against his sensitive glans.
The warm wetness coated the head and began sliding in thin streams down the sides of the shaft, reaching the base and soaking his balls.
She placed her open hands on his chest, fingers spread wide for good support, and leaned forward until her breasts brushed against his torso.
Then, inch by inch, the inner walls wrapped around him—at first very tight around the glans, then gradually yielding as her pussy opened to let him slide deeper.
Every deep breath she took made the walls expand slightly and then close again around him.When the tip reached the bottom, pressing against that firm, deep spot inside, she paused.
Her insides surrounded him completely; soft but firm pressure at the base, and a faint, rhythmic pulsing that matched the rapid beating of her heart.
