Freya
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Although I had dildos in there, I don’t think any of them were as thick or as long as Jonathan’s.
I had to take Maggie’s advice to take things slower. I had thought Jonathan’s c**k was just like his brother's, but not too thick.
“Take it slowly,” I said.
Jonathan smiled. “Of course, princess.”
He slowly pushed his hips forward. The tip of his c**k began sliding in, and the rim of my ass stretched to accept his thickness.
“If you feel hurt,” he began. “Let me know if it hurts.”
I nodded. Something shot up my body, it wasn’t pain. It wasn’t a pleasure either.
I wasn’t expecting pleasure, yet. When I had used the dildo, there came this awkward feeling. A little discomfort.
I remembered a post that said it was normal, and I just needed to relax my muscles.
Once. Twice.
