Damian did not go slow. He did not wait for her to get used to his size.
He pushed his hips forward and slammed into her.
Leona screamed. It felt like she was being ripped in two. Her p***y was not ready for something that big. It burned. It stretched her open.
But underneath the pain, a fire started. A dark, dirty heat.
“Is this how you wrote it?” Damian growled. He pulled back and rammed in again. His balls slapped against her ass. Smack, smack, smack.
“Did you write about me stretching you? Did you write about me filling you up?”
“Yes!” Leona cried out. Her fingers dug into the wooden crate. “Yes, Damian!”
“You are so tight,” Damian said. He grabbed her hair. He pulled her head back. “Like a virgin. But you are so wet. You are a filthy little liar, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Leona moan
