She cried. The tears, the wet, silent tears, were there. But her body, the wet, the aroused, the ready body, was already prepared. The aphrodisiac, the divine enhancement, had done its work.
He placed her leg. One leg, the slender limb, on his shoulder. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen, wet, open cunt, was there. He positioned. His cock, the head, the crimson, the broad, flat surface, against her entrance.
Her hand, the desperate hand, went to stop him. Her fingers, on his shaft, tried to push. He pushed. Her hand, the resistance, was there. And then gone. Overpowered.
He pushed. His cock head, the crimson, entered. The lips, the thick, swollen lips, parted. The entrance, the tight, virgin, never-penetrated entrance, stretched. The resistance, the physical, muscular resistance of a virgin cunt, was there.
She cried. The sound, the raw, primal, shocked cry of a woman being penetrated for the first time, was there.
"Ah! Ah! It is... it is too big! It is—"
