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Inserting in her tight pussy : Slow and deep
I feel my heart pound like a drum as I position myself at Ellie’s entrance. She lies on her back on the bed, legs bent at the knees and spread just wide enough for me. The soft yellow lamp light catches the curve of her small breasts and the gentle rise of her belly. Her dress is bunched around her waist, panty pulled aside. I can see the glistening pink of her tight lips, slightly swollen and shiny with her wetness.
I pull off my last layer — my boxer briefs — and step closer. My cock is rock hard, the tip already dripping clear wanting-juice. I brush my hand against her thigh, then slowly guide myself forward until the head of my cock brushes that warm, wet opening.
“Are you ready?” I whisper. She nods, eyes shining. I rest my forehead against her flat stomach for a moment, breath catching. Her hands grip the sheet beneath her, fingers white.
I press the very tip of my cock against her entrance. The first touch is electric — her skin is silky but tight, every nerve alive. She gasps, chest pressing up under my hand, and I pause. One inch. Then another. Her tight channel grips me like a velvet glove. I can feel how small she is, and how every millimetre of me stretches her gently. My own stomach twists — a delicious ache.
“Breathe,” I murmur. She nods again, slow inhale, slow exhale.
I push the top half of my cock inside her until I feel the faint “pop” of my base passing her first ring of muscles. Then I stall, letting her adjust…
