I thrust my hips forward, slowly at first, like my body was trying to ease into the moment even though my heartbeat was already thundering in my ears. The heat between us felt almost unreal, like the air around our bodies thickened into something warm and heavy, wrapping itself around my skin.
Her vagina was really wet—so wet that the warmth of her slickness spread along my shaft inch by inch, coating me with a heat that felt like it could melt through my nerves. The sensation of her walls trying to slowly yield against the pressure of my cock made everything feel ten times more intense. It wasn't just pleasure—it was that slow, overwhelming kind of pleasure that crawls up your spine and makes your breath shake before it even leaves your mouth. Her tight hole resisted me just enough to make every bit of forward movement feel like a small victory, like her body was acknowledging mine and letting me in by degrees.
