Nina’s cunt ached with raw hunger, her juices flowing uncontrollably, slicking Ross’s cock and thighs as her body betrayed her fear with desire.
Every ti she dared glance down, her eyes widened in disbelief.
Ross’s cock was enormous, veined, throbbing, stretching far past her navel.
What she had inside her already looked impossible—and yet there was still more than half of his monstrous length left to go.
Her lips trembled. Her body shook.
And then, in one reckless act of surrender, she kissed him.
Their mouths collided, ssy and desperate, her tongue tangling with his as she clung to his body.
Her hips rose, painfully pulling herself almost off his cock until just the swollen head stretched her entrance.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh—" she moaned, the emptiness almost worse than the pain.
And then—
Pak!
Nina slamd herself down with everything she had.
"UHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her scream echoed in the penthouse as Ross’s cock tore through her virginity in one brutal thrust, embedding himself deep inside her.
The sudden ripping pain exploded through her body, her walls spasming violently as they tried to resist the massive invasion.
Her cunt clung desperately around him, gripping so tightly it almost hurt Ross himself.
Nina shook violently, her tears flowing freely as her head fell back.
Her entire body was trembling from the shock, every muscle tightening as she struggled to breathe.
She looked down through blurred eyes—and froze.
She hadn’t even taken him halfway.
Ross’s cock still lood above her, thick, veiny, throbbing, glistening with her juices, and the realization shattered her.
"No... no, no, no... this isn’t possible..." she cried, her pussy convulsing around what little she had already taken.
Ross only smirked, his hands gripping her waist firmly, holding her down against his cock.
His deep, rumbling voice vibrated in her ear, a mixture of command and dark amusent.
"You thought that was it, Nina? Look again. You’ve barely taken a fraction of ."
Her eyes widened, heart pounding in panic and arousal.
"I can’t... I can’t take more..." she whimpered, shaking her head desperately.
But her body betrayed her again—her pussy clenched, gushing around him, begging for what her mind denied.
Ross leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
"You can. Just take your ti, Nina. We have all the ti in the world."
Nina whimpered again, caught between fear and lust, but Ross didn’t give her ti to resist.
His grip tightened on her hips, his strength absolute, and he began to guide her body slowly down further onto his length.
"Ahhhhhh! Nooo—ahhhhhhhhhh!" Nina cried out, her screams filling the room as her walls stretched wider, wider, impossibly wider.
Every inch deeper was agony, but with the pain ca a wave of sinful pleasure that made her body quake violently.
Her back arched, her breasts bouncing as Ross forced her to take more of his cock inch by inch, her pussy swallowing the monster that seed endless.
Tears, sweat, drool—her body was a ss of desperation and raw lust.
"I-I’m gonna break... Ross... you’re gonna break ..." she sobbed, clinging to him, unable to fight anymore.
And still, Ross pushed her lower.
Her belly bulged, her insides burned, and her mind slipped into haze.
She was no longer thinking of Zack, of her morals, or of escape.
The only thing left was Ross—the cock splitting her open, the man holding her like a doll, the devil who was making her his.
"Nice," Ross growled, smirking as he watched her body surrender. "Now, let’s see how much more you can take."
Nina could have pulled out.
She could have admitted defeat, trembling and gasping, letting the impossible size of Ross’s cock intimidate her into surrender.
But stubbornness had always been a part of her nature, and she wasn’t about to give in without a fight.
Her pussy throbbed violently, her body scread in pain, yet a fierce, primal desire pushed her onward.
She wanted this.
She wanted to take her first cock deep inside her, wanted to feel every inch of him filling her completely, stretching her in ways she had never imagined possible.
For more than five agonizing minutes, she struggled. Every inch was a battle.
Her hips quivered violently as she tried to sink further down, her walls clenching, spasming, then reluctantly giving way.
The head of Ross’s cock pressed at her cervix, stretching her raw, soaking pussy wider than she thought possible.
Tears blurred her vision, sweat glistening on her skin, but she refused to stop.
Every thrust, every tiny movent, was an exercise in patience, endurance, and wild, desperate lust.
Her breathing was ragged, uneven—gasps punctuated by soft whimpers and muffled cries.
Her mind scread that she couldn’t take more, that she was being torn apart, yet every nerve ending sang with sinful pleasure.
The friction, the fullness, the pressure deep inside her womb made her pussy tremble uncontrollably, her juices soaking Ross’s cock and thighs.
Finally, with one last shuddering push, a trembling gasp, and a whimper of pain and relief, she bottod out.
All fifteen inches were buried deep inside her. Her pussy walls clung to him, throbbing and quivering around his massive length, stretching and pulsing in a mix of exquisite agony and ecstasy.
Every nerve in her body was on fire.
She could feel him pressing against every sensitive point inside her, filling her so completely she thought she might shatter.
"Hmmmmmmppp..." She bit down hard on Ross’s shoulder, her teeth sinking into his firm flesh to hold back the scream that threatened to tear out of her throat.
Her body shook violently as waves of pain and pleasure rippled through her.
Her legs trembled, her back arched, and she clung to him desperately, afraid to let go even for a second.
Ross’s hands were steady, cradling her hips and holding her firmly against his chest.
His deep, rumbling voice vibrated through her body.
"There’s no need to hold back, Nina," he said, brushing a damp strand of hair from her tear-streaked face.
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