Phei didn't ease into it her pussy anymore, NO:
After tasting her breasts and feeling the way her thick, curvy body trembled beneath him, something in him snapped. Delilah had asked for this, no, she had begged for it with that raw, desperate honesty in her voice and the hunger in her eyes — the way she clung to him, the way her plush thighs kept trying to pull him deeper even through the pain — told him she didn't want slow or gentle.
He wanted to give her everything:
Phei rose slightly, he braced his hands on either side of her head, and flexed his muscles. His hips drew back until only the thick, flushed head of his cock remained inside her stretched pussy.
Her outer lips clung to him like they didn't want to let go.
Phei slammed forward.
Hard!
Pah!
