April clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to endure the tornt.
She shook her head frantically, her mind screaming for her to stop, to find a way out of this unbearable situation.
But there was no escape. Ross's firm grip on her hips ensured she had no choice but to take him fully, no matter how much she resisted.
When she finally bottod out, her body trembling as she took every inch of him, a guttural scream tore from her throat.
"It hurts! Noooooo…" Her voice was raw, the sound filled with pain and despair as she collapsed forward slightly, her head resting against Ross's chest.
Her entire body felt shattered, her mind struggling to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
She'd never felt so full, so completely overwheld down there.
The sheer size of him was unlike anything she could have imagined, and she hated how her body seed to betray her.
Her pussy, despite the pain, clenched tightly around Ross's cock, gripping him in a relentless vise.
It was as if her body had a mind of its own, gripping him so tightly that it sent waves of strange, conflicting sensations through her.
The tight spasms of her pussy walls gave his invading cock an endless, almost torturous massage, as though trying to accommodate him despite her protests.
April buried her face against him, biting her lip hard in a futile attempt to suppress her cries. She shook her head again, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whimpered softly.
"Why… why is this happening?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible.
Her trembling legs refused to move, pinned in place by the sheer weight of her exhaustion and Ross's firm hands on her hips.
Every small shift, every movent, sent another jolt of sensation through her, forcing her to gasp and clench involuntarily around him.
She hated this—hated how her body was reacting, hated the fullness that felt impossible to endure. Yet there was no escaping it.
Ross's cock remained buried deep inside her, claiming her completely, while her traitorous body continued to respond against her will.
It was an endless battle, and April could only cling to the faint hope that the worst was over, even as her body betrayed her with every passing second.
Alas, Ross's taunting words were rciless and not help her at all, each one sinking deep into April's already overwheld mind.
His voice was thick with smug satisfaction, laced with a cruelty that only deepened her humiliation.
"Your pussy is so damn tight, April. It's like it was made for my cock. So hot, so wet—gripping like it doesn't ever want to let go. You were born for this, born to be fucked. You're simply a gift to n. My dick feels so incredible inside you," Ross said, his tone dripping with arrogance.
April gritted her teeth, trying to block out his words, but they word their way into her thoughts, amplifying the sha and frustration coursing through her.
Her cheeks burned with a mixture of anger and humiliation, but her body refused to obey her mind's desperate attempts to resist.
Just when she thought she couldn't endure any more, Ross shifted tactics.
No longer content to let her remain still, he took control. His hands tightened on her hips, anchoring her firmly in place, and he began to move from beneath her.
The first thrust was slow, almost teasing, as he pulled out until only the swollen head of his cock remained inside her.
The emptiness was fleeting, though, as he pushed back in just as slowly, forcing her to feel every inch of him stretching her walls.
April's breath hitched, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her as she tried to will herself into so distant corner of her mind where this wasn't happening.
But the deliberate way Ross moved made it impossible to ignore. Each agonizingly slow thrust seed designed to remind her of just how completely he was claiming her.
As the monts passed, Ross's pace began to change.
The teasing slowness was replaced by a steady rhythm, his movents growing faster and more forceful with each thrust.
April's trembling body struggled to adjust to the relentless pace, her soft gasps turning into choked cries as the sounds of their bodies eting filled the room.
Ross's hips moved with a strength and precision that made her head spin.
His thrusts beca sharper, deeper, and more relentless, each one driving her further into the mattress.
It wasn't long before his movents reached a speed that left her breathless.
His hips beca a blur of motion, slamming into her with a power that lifted her slightly off the bed with every thrust.
The force of his movents sent shockwaves through her entire body.
It felt as if she were weightless, suspended in the air by the sheer power of his thrusts.
Her breasts bounced with every impact, the rhythmic pounding leaving her no room to recover, no space to think.
April's breathing turned ragged, her mind spinning as she tried to cling to any semblance of control. But her body had long since betrayed her.
Her pussy, still sore and stretched beyond belief, clenched tightly around Ross's cock with every thrust, as though trying to hold onto him despite her protests.
The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling only served to amplify her sha, each slick noise reminding her of how her body was responding against her will.
Ross, ever the relentless torntor, didn't stop.
If anything, he seed to take pleasure in her helplessness, his hips slamming into her harder and faster with each passing mont.
April could feel every inch of him driving into her, stretching her to her absolute limits and leaving her no room to escape the sensations overwhelming her.
Her mind scread for it to stop, begged for so kind of reprieve, but Ross showed no signs of slowing down.
His strength was unyielding, his cock an unstoppable force as it claid her completely.
All April could do was hold on, her trembling body shuddering under his assault, and hope—desperately hope—that it would end soon.
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