I felt her enter me, warm and hot. “Is that ok for you,” she asked as she tentatively began her journey to my deep and warmest interior.
“Yes, O, yes!” I whispered. Gently, then, ever so gently, she pushed further and further into me. Not pulling back, just gently widening me, opening me to her.
I pressed my face into the pillow. I relaxed. And slowly, ever so slowly, she pushed in further and further. I imagined her cock just then. I had kissed her toes, her feet, wet and warm, I had brushed my lips against her skin, her legs, then her inner thighs. I watched her cock growing, almost by a law of its own. Soft and beautiful penis. I took her shaven balls in my mouth. She had washed herself, so there was a faint scent of soap. I had run my tongue up along the shaft of her enormous penis, so swollen now with desire, power, heat. And this was what was now driving slowly down into the deepest depths of me.
“Is it still ok for you”she asked again, less tentatively this time.
“Just beautiful,” I murmured. And as if reassured then, she drove suddenly into me, and I felt her fill the entire inside of me. Would I burst apart, I wondered as she drove deep and deep. I felt the heat, the pain, ever so slight. And I relaxed again.
And she drove on and on.
I was almost delirious, dreaming. “I want to look into your face,” she said. “I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you.”
I turned over. I felt her enter me again. My legs were in the air, and she held them like the handle bars of some large machine that needed steering. She pushed them back so that my knees rested gently on the sides of my stomach. She looked down at me then, and at that moment, I looked up at her. I felt as though she suddenly owned me, and that I now could submit my very soul to her. My eyes moistened slightly, and she smiled then. A gift to me. I gave myself to her in my turn. My gift to her.
“Do you want me to cum?” she asked, smiling even more broadly..
Yes, I said. O, my goodness, yes I do.