Her breath came in ragged, broken gasps. The pain was sharp and immediate, a raw tearing sensation that made her stomach flip.
Rex didn't give her time to adjust. He began to thrust immediately, each stroke heavy and punishing.
"Fuck, Iris," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "You're so fucking tight... I knew it."
"A virgin pussy really is the fucking best... it's like you're trying to strangle me." The wet, slapping sounds of his pelvis hitting hers echoed in the room—slap, squelch, slap—as he worked her body.
Iris buried her face in her arms, biting down hard on her own flesh to stifle the sounds escaping her. She couldn't let herself moan too loudly; she couldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her surrender to the pain and the pleasure that was already starting to mingle.
Her breathing was shallow and frantic: "Huff, huff, huff... nnnngh..."
Rex noticed her resistance, noticed the way she was trying to hold back.
