His voice stayed warm and quiet. It was close.
"Your pussy—" He pressed forward just a little. It was only the beginning, the first slight pressure that made his intention clear. "—and your anal—" He increased the pressure slightly again. "—to my taste."
"You are vulgar," she said.
The words were muffled into the pillow. They sounded like she was saying them straight into fabric.
He drove forward.
PAH.
It was not slow. It was not patient. It was one full, committed thrust that had decided the first entry would be complete and was making it happen.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH—!!"
The scream tore out of the pillow with everything she had.
It was completely uncontained. The pillow gave no help at all with the sound. It filled the room with the raw, stripped, real sound of pain she had not been prepared for the way she thought she would be.
Her hands tore at the sheets.
