Chapter 123. A morning Sandwich
And then I slowly pushed my dick into her—inch by inch—watching her eyes widen and her lips part in a silent moan as my cock disappeared into her tight, wet coochie.
"F-Fuck..." she whimpered, her petite body trembling beneath me.
Her warm pussy gripped my dick tight. It felt like her body was begging me to stay inside her, to never pull out. Her small hands clutched my shoulders, her breath coming in short, shuddering gasps.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear. "You feel so fucking good."
She whimpered again, twitching her hips as I bottomed out inside her. I didn’t move—just let her feel the stretch of my cock and let her soak in the sensation of being filled to the brim. Her pussy-lips fluttered around me, already slick and soaking.
I kissed her neck, her collarbone, then down to her trembling lips. "Tell me you want it."
"I... I want it," she whispered with a trembling voice.
That was all I needed.
I began to move—slow, deep strokes at first. Her pussy squelched around me with every thrust, each wet sound fueling the fire building in my gut. Her moans were soft at first, shy, but they grew louder the deeper I went.
I grabbed her thighs, pushed her knees back, and fucked her deeper and harder. Her breath hitched, her fingers digging into my back as I pounded into her relentlessly. Her little tits bounced with every thrust, and her face twisted in pure, overwhelmed pleasure.
"Ahh—A-Asher—!"