I started moving.
The motion was agonizingly slow, my hips drawing back with deliberate control. Her inner walls immediately fought me, clenching hard, greedy and desperate, trying to keep me buried deep inside her.
The suction was unmistakable, a hot, wet vacuum that resisted every fraction of an inch. Her pussy gripped me like a fist wrapped in molten silk, the tight ring of muscle at her entrance squeezing around my thick shaft as I withdrew.
Millimeter by millimeter, the slick, glistening length of my cock emerging from her body.
The wet, sliding friction sounds filled the room, obscene, intimate, unmistakable. A thick, squelching glide as her creamy arousal coated me completely, strands of it stretching and breaking between us.
Her inner folds dragged visibly along my length, pulled outward in glistening, pink petals before slowly snapping back with wet little pops.
