Two inches. The pressure increased. Her virgin canal — never touched, never explored — was being forced open. The walls were tight. Dry. Not yet wet enough. The friction was intense — the cockhead pushing against tissue that had never been stretched.
"It's fine," Viktor said. His hand found her hip. His fingers dug into the soft skin — the young, firm flesh of a nineteen-year-old. Holding her. Steadying her. "You would handle it."
'Lord is very gentle,' Clara thought. The thought came through the pain. Through the stretching. Through the 'something-is-inside-me-that-has-never-been-inside-me' sensation that was rewriting her understanding of her own body. 'He have decreased his size of cock for my body.'
She was shocked. Worried. How would she take it? Even at nine inches, even reduced, it was bigger than anything she had imagined. But seeing him decrease the size — seeing him adjust, seeing him 'care' — she adjusted.
But she could feel her tight pussy stretching.
