I didn't wait for her to beg again, she didn't have to—but she did anyway, her voice already wrecked and pussy but Patt wanted more, her body still adjusting to the impossible stretch of my increased girth buried inside her starving cunt.
Her legs already spread wider on the bed—thighs trembling violently, pussy glistening and gaping around my thick shaft, entrance fluttering in desperate aftershocks from the slow push, leaking a slow, steady trickle of cream that mixed with my precum and ran down my balls onto the sheets.
I was already inside her—seven brutal inches reshaping her neglected walls, veins pulsing against her rippling heat—but I held still for one torturous heartbeat, letting her feel the burn, the fullness, the promise of destruction.
She stared up at me—eyes wide, lips parted, chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm—knowing exactly what was coming next.
