I think I’m screaming. But I’m not even sure. It’s lost in the whirlwind that fills my head, the howl that’s lodged in my throat.
So much pressure.
I know it’s him. And yet there’s this stunning shock. This genuine surprise.
I feel myself shrink as his hardened form breaches my body. A cry emerges from my lips, and then he’s within me, captured by my constricting walls, and I experience the most exquisite pain—sharp, choking—like this sensation will never end. I’m overcome with raw feeling, like I’m being drawn out infinitely by his erection. He stops, not even all the way inside yet, and it feels like he’s pulling my very being apart with his manhood, stretching me beyond the point of endurance.