His c**k was thicker than the dildo, hotter, and the way it stretched me open as he pushed in slow made my eyes roll back. I felt every inch, every vein dragging along my walls, filling the empty ache that had been driving me insane. When his hips finally met mine, pubic bone grinding against my c**t, I let out a long, broken moan that echoed in the quiet living room.
"f**k, you're tight," he growled against my neck, teeth grazing the skin. His hands gripped my thighs hard enough to bruise, spreading me wider so he could sink even deeper. I could feel the head of him bumping my cervix, that perfect mix of pressure and pleasure that made my toes curl.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him closer. "Harder," I demanded, voice hoarse. "Don't hold back. f*
