Kayla reached back again, her breathing coming in short, shallow hitches. She gripped my cock and positioned it perfectly. With a slow, agonizingly steady sink of her hips, she guided me inside.
The resistance was incredible… thick, and incredibly tight, until the muscle finally gave way, and I slid all the way to the hilt.
"Nnh... fuck," I moaned, the internal pressure wrapping around me like a vice.
Kayla's head snapped back, her hands bracing against my knees as she adjusted to the intrusion. She glanced back at me over her shoulder, a look of pure, triumphant fire in her eyes.
"Hope you're ready, Evan," she panted, her voice trembling. "Because I'm going to make you work for every drop."
