Ethan's hands tightened on Diana's hips, his own thrusts upward meeting her downward strokes. The pace quickened. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room with wet, fleshy slaps, sharp breaths, and the creak of the bedsprings.
"Harder," Diana begged, her head thrashing. "I can feel it… right there… oh god, Ethan…"
"AHHH!"
He knew what she meant. With each deep, driving thrust, the swollen head of his cock was battering against the mouth of her cervix, that tight, internal ring of muscle. It was softer than Claira's virgin one, looser from having stretched to let life pass through. It yielded more easily, opening for him like a shy, wet flower.
There…..
On a particularly brutal upward thrust, he felt it. A distinct, soft pop, a yielding that was more profound than just her vaginal walls. The head of his cock slipped inside smoothly and pressed past the resistant ring and into her cervix itself.
"OHHHHHHHHH!NOOOO!"
"IT'S INSIDEEEEEEE!IT'S INSIDEEEE!"
