The Third Vessel starts to move.
The first stroke is devastating. He pulls back slowly – I feel every inch of his massive c**k dragging against my stretched walls, feel myself trying to hold onto him, feel the void he leaves behind.
Then he pushes back in.
"f**k – "
His c**k punches against my cervix. Not painfully – but intensely. I feel him knocking at the door of my womb, feel my body shuddering around the intrusion.
"That’s it,” he groans. ”Taking me so deep. Feel me in your womb?"
"Yes – oh god – I can feel you – "
He finds his rhythm. Long, slow strokes that make me feel every inch of his impossible length. Each thrust reaches places no man has ever touched – places I didn’t know could be touched – places that send shockwaves through my entire body.
"The vessel weeps,” the co
