Ross pulled his hips back, just a few inches, and then pushed forward again—slowly, deliberately—letting her feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock as it moved through her stretched, slick heat.
Tianna gasped, her back arching as the fullness overwhelmed her again.
“Ohhh…” she moaned, the sound raw and uncontrolled, slipping from her lips before she could stop it.
Realizing how loud she was being, she quickly bit down on her bottom lip, trying to muffle herself—but her body wouldn’t cooperate.
The sensation of Ross sliding in and out of her, the friction, the stretch, the overwhelming fullness—it was too much.
Her pussy clung to him desperately, wet and pulsing, as if her body didn’t want to let him go.
Ross’s pace remained slow, his focus entirely on her.
He watched her eyes, her mouth, the tension in her muscles.
He adjusted his angle slightly, and when he pushed in again, he found the perfect spot—deep and just a little upward.
Tianna cried out, her eyes flying open, hands fisting the sheets.
“D—ahh! Right there…”
Ross groaned, his control slipping just a bit as her walls clenched tight around him.
He started to move a little faster, still not rough, but with more purpose.
His hips rolled, grinding against her, making sure she felt everything.
Wet sounds filled the room, rhythmic and lewd—skin against skin, the slick slide of cock against cunt, Tianna’s soft cries growing louder with every thrust.
She tried so hard to stay quiet. She really did.
But as Ross picked up speed, thrusting into her with powerful, fluid strokes, the pleasure built to unbearable levels.
Her moans rose in pitch, broken and breathy at first, then louder—needier.
“D… oh God, it’s so much… I feel so full…”
Ross leaned in, his lips at her ear. “You’re so tight around me, Tianna. I love your pussy,” he murmured.
His words sent a shiver down her spine.
She felt it—every inch of him, every movement, every grind of his hips against her sensitive clit.
The pressure was building, fast and sharp, like a wave pulling her under.
Her body tensed, her nails dragging down his back as her thighs locked around him tighter.
She couldn’t stop it.
And she didn’t want to.
“D—oh my God, I think I’m… I’m—!”
Ross kept going, fucking her through it, pushing her over the edge with relentless, deep thrusts until—
“Ahhhhhh!” Tianna cried out, her voice echoing off the walls.
Her orgasm ripped through her with shocking force.
Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down on him, spasming around his cock.
Her back arched and her mouth fell open, the cry torn from her throat raw and beautiful.
Her whole body shook, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her, shattering every coherent thought.
Ross groaned, barely able to hold back as her tight pussy squeezed him like a vice.
He slowed his thrusts just slightly, letting her ride the wave.
His hands caressed her sides, her hips, her trembling thighs as she came down from the high.
He leaned down and kissed her, deep and tender, while her chest heaved beneath him.
Tianna’s body relaxed beneath him at last, boneless and trembling.
She blinked up at him with dazed eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips.
Tianna couldn’t believe she had e so easily on her first time.
She’d always imagined it would be painful, awkward, even disappointing—but nothing had prepared her for the overwhelming rush of pleasure that had overtaken her.
Yes, there had been pain, a sharp and undeniable sting as he entered her, but it had quickly been swallowed by a tidal wave of sensation that left her gasping, her body trembling as though every nerve had e alive all at once.
Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath, eyes fluttering half-closed while the warmth of release still pulsed between her thighs.
For a moment, she truly thought that was it—that she had tasted what it meant to be a woman, and the moment had passed.
Then she looked at Ross.
He was still inside her, his masked face watching her intently.
That familiar smirk was back on his lips—the one that said he was far from done with her.
And in that instant, something in her stirred again, like a fire being coaxed back to life.
“Ohhh…” she moaned when their positions suddenly reversed.
She found herself straddling him, his strong hands settling firmly on her waist.
Ross’s voice was low, rough with desire. “Show me how you love my cock, Tianna.”
Her breath caught at his words.
He didn’t rush her. Instead, he gently guided her hips, easing her into motion—up and down, forward and back—until her body responded on its own.
His length filled her pletely, stretching her in ways that made her gasp every time she slid back down onto him.
The friction, the fullness, the aching heat—it was too much, and not enough, all at once.
“I—oh, D…” she whimpered, her hands resting against his chest for support.
She moved hesitantly at first, unsure, but his soft murmurs of praise and the way his eyes never left hers gave her the confidence to go faster, deeper.
“Just like that,” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. “You feel incredible, Tianna.”
Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, the wet, sinful sounds of their joining echoing through the room.
Each bounce of her hips sent sparks up her spine, and soon she was moaning freely, no longer holding back.
Her hair stuck to her flushed face, her legs trembling as she rode him harder, chasing that high all over again.
She was losing herself—pletely.
And Ross? He was right there with her, watching her unravel with dark, hungry eyes.
“Ahhhh…”
“Ohhhh…”
“Ughhhh…” The room was soon filled with another chorus of sensual moans, rich and unmistakably feminine.
This time, however, there was a distinct difference—Tianna’s soft, melodic voice rang out, sweeter and gentler than Heaven’s.
Everyone who heard it instantly recognized the change.
It was Tianna’s turn to sing tonight, and sing she did—long, lewd, and unrestrained.
Her cries of pleasure echoed through the night, carrying a raw, intoxicating rhythm that left no doubt: she was pletely lost in him.
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