Samira gasped, her eyes half closed and her lips parted as Strax penetrated her firmly. The air escaped her lungs in a restrained moan, a mixture of surprise and intense pleasure. Her body instinctively gripped the sheets, her nails sliding and closing in the fabric as if she could hold back against the invasion that made her burn—and tremble.
"S-Strax, it's... so big," she moaned, her inner muscles contracting around his thick shaft. "Please... go slow... let me adjust..."
Her hips trembled and the muscles around him contracted with involuntary intensity. Every inch of his member made her body scream silently between pain and pleasure, between resistance and surrender.
He stood still for a moment, his firm fingers running along her waist, then down her spine, as if mapping every inch of the path he had taken to get there. His eyes, dark and full of desire, never left the arched body before him.
