"Indeed, my Lord." Her voice was strained. Her fingers worked her tits — pulling, squeezing, the nipples distended. "Saintess Olivia said — kneading my tits when the Lord is entering would help me endure. Would help me enjoy."
I chuckled. Pinched her clit.
She orgasmed.
The scream was immediate — a high, piercing sound that echoed off the shelves. Her pussy clamped down on the head of my cock with crushing force. Her body convulsed — back arching, legs kicking, small tits heaving. Her pussy squirted — a thin, hot stream hitting my stomach, running down my shaft.
"AAANGH~!! My Lord — HAAANGH~!!"
Her walls rippled. The contraction was so strong that it pulled me deeper — my cock sliding in another inch, the hymen stretching but not yet breaking. She was shaking. Crying. Laughing. All at once.
I pushed. Through the orgasm. Through the clenching. Through the hymen.
It tore.
