Chapter 7:Wedding Night III**
Dont stop...Don’r stop..it feels good..It feels good.."
"CUMMMMING!"
Janet’s whole body twitched and she felt a tingling sensation.Her knees buckled and at the exact moment Roland pushed her onto the bed.
He positioned himself at her entrance, pressing the tip against her drenched folds.
"Janet, your pussy is leaking."
"Gosh!Don’t say that?"Janet’s face flushed in embarrassment and she covered her face.
"Then here we go? Make sure tosavorr and remember this moment."
Then with a glance he trusted his cock inside.
"AHHHHH!" Janet winced a little, the initial sting of penetration still fresh, but Roland moved with care, easing himself inside inch by inch.
Her tightness was like a vice, milking his cock as if begging for more. Roland paused, giving Janet time to adjust, his forehead resting against hers.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Janet nodded, tears of pain and joy mingling on her lashes. "Yes," she breathed, her hand cupping his cheek. "Just go slow."