"AHHH — !"
Her hands flew to his arms and gripped hard with a cry on being breached rippling out of her.
Melissa's back arched, her mouth fell open in a silent cry that found its voice a half-second later as a ragged, shattered moan carrying the entire spectrum of human sensation — pleasure, overwhelm, and the desperate, clawing need for more.
His crown was inside her.
Just the head — that thick, swollen, brutally flared inch of him — and already her pussy gripped it like a living fist.
Melissa's inner pussy walls clamped around the ridge of his glans, hot and wet and desperately tight, the soft, textured flesh fluttering and squeezing in rapid, involuntary spasms as her body tried to process the intrusion.
He felt every ripple of her walls, every clench, the warm silk of her inner channel pulsing around him in time with her hammering heartbeat.
