I stayed bent over the desk, ass high, cheeks still spread by my own hands, p***y stretched wide around Sam's thick c**k. He was buried to the hilt, every inch throbbing inside me, the head pressed right against my cervix.
The stretch burned so good it made my toes curl against the floor. We both moaned again, the sound mixing in the empty classroom.
"f**k," Sam groaned, his voice rough and wrecked. His hands clamped down on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks. "This p***y's gripping me like it never wants to let go. So f*****g wet and hot. You feel that? Feel how deep I am?"
I nodded, biting my lip, trying to catch my breath. "Yeah... I feel every inch. You're so thick... splitting me open."
He didn't move yet. Just stayed planted deep, letting me adjust
