He pushes forward.
"OH – f**k – "
The stretch is unlike anything I’ve felt tonight. Even with five loads of c*m lubricating my passage, even after being f****d by five different c***s, my p***y has to work to accommodate his girth.
"That’s it,” he encourages, sinking deeper. ”Open up for me. Let me in."
Inch by impossible inch, his fat c**k spreads me open. I can feel my walls straining, stretching to their limit and beyond. The c*m inside me squelches around him – displaced by his thickness, some of it squeezing out around his shaft.
"You’re so thick – " I’m gasping, tears streaming. ”I can’t – it’s too much – "
"You can.” He bottoms out. ”There. You took all of it."
I feel completely full.
Not deep like guest Marcus – Christopher’s c**k doesn’t reach my cervix. But wide. Stretche
