Tony pressed forward, his swollen tip pushing on Wanda's slick pussy, feeling the tiny, involuntary twitches of her pristine walls reacting to him. A tight, trembling pulse clenched at his cockhead, sucking him in ever so slightly.
With a slow, firm thrust, he pushed in. Heat engulfed him instantly. Wet, clinging, and impossibly tight. Her virgin cunt fought against the sheer size of him. He could feel every ridge of her delicate insides trying to stretch around his girth, squeezing in protest as he split her open for the first time.
Then it happened.
"Ummmh…" Wanda gritted her teeth.
That fragile barrier gave way with a slick, yielding snap. A deep, guttural groan rumbled from Tony's chest as he felt himself spear through, her chaste walls stretching, clinging, and spasming helplessly around him. Her pussy clenched down hard, scorching-hot and impossibly tight, pulsing in frantic, fluttering ripples as if struggling to accommodate his thick rod, splitting her open.
"Ah!" A sharp little gasp left Wanda's lips, her fingers clawing at his back, digging into his skin hard enough to leave red streaks.
Her whole body jolted against him, a leg raised sideways, spine arching as the searing stretch tore through her. It burned, tight, raw, perfect. The sharp sting barely had time to register before something sinful took over, a needy throb deep in her gut. Her walls twitched around the thick cock prying her open. She was drenched, slick, and clinging, her pussy milking him instinctively, desperate to mold around the sheer size.
Tony pulled back slightly, then eased in again, using just a third of his length, careful but firm, urging her to take more. A thin smear of red streaked across his cock, mixing with her glistening arousal, her innocence lost. It didn't feel right, but she wanted it.
"Ohh…" Wanda moaned, her mascara ruining as tears welled at the corners of her eyes. Not pain, just the emotions. From how much she wanted this.
His thrusts deepened, dragging against her soaked walls, stretching her around every thick inch. What started as shallow, teasing strokes turned into greedy, merciless plunges. His cock carving space inside her, nudging spots so deep inside her she didn't even know could feel this good.
"Mmmmm… oh!" Her moans broke into breathy little whimpers, her fingers clutching at this back, her body learning, adapting, craving more.
Then, with a wrecked, breathless cry, she came, hard. For the first time on a cock and it felt as amazing as she'd hoped it would.
Wanda's walls gripped and throbbed, a tight, desperate clamp that milked him with every quivering pulse. Slick, molten heat gushed down his length, coating him in a messy flood, dripping and smearing as her body spasmed helplessly around him, coming for him. From him.
Tony slowed, letting her convulse around him, feeling every desperate squeeze and pulse as her climax wrung his cock. His grip tightened on her hips, holding her still as he let her ride out every shuddering wave, his cock twitching inside her, drowning and buried deep.
Then, without a word, he put her trembling leg down and pulled out. His hands lingered, savoring the warmth of her skin before guiding her toward the edge of the massive, luxurious bed.
"Lean forward," he murmured, leading her with care.
Wanda let herself be moved, her limbs still feeling weak from the climax. She let him guide her body, and push her forward onto the bed until she fell over the corner edge, face down.
Soon, she lay sprawled at the corner of the bed, her face pressed sideways into the plush mattress, strands of auburn hair sticking to her damp cheek. Her back rose and fell with deep, panting breaths, her entire body burning with lingering pleasure. Below, her feet remained planted on the floor, parted on each side of the bed's corner, spread just enough to expose her slick, battered slit. A glistening mess of red-tinted juices clung to her inner thighs, raw and freshly taken.
Tony stood behind her, his chest heaving as he admired the sight. Her stretched, glistening pussy lips twitched, coated in their shared filth. His cock throbbed, slick with her arousal, veined and hungry, still aching for more. He ran a possessive hand down the curve of her spine, feeling her shudder beneath his touch.
"I'll keep going," he growled.
"Yes! D-Don't sto-oop!" She gasped as Tony grabbed her hips and drove back into her, her fingers clawing into the bedsheets.
The stretch burned, but the pleasure drowned it out, deep and overwhelming. She strained herself to relax, welcoming him deeper, feeling the thick heat of his cock push into places she never knew existed. He filled her, nudged against the edge of her womb, making her toes curl and her moans break into helpless, gasping cries.
Tony built a rhythm; rough, relentless. His hips snapped forward as his length slid in and out of her squelching pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room, each thrust sending another sharp jolt of pleasure.
"Ah, ah… yes, yes, yessss~" Wanda let it all go. There was no reason to be embarrassed anymore when he was already thrusting inside her most cherished part. When he'd already claimed her first.
Her body reacted without control, her core tightening, fluttering, spilling wave after wave of slick arousal down his shaft. His scraping cock seemingly carved a place for itself. Stretched wide, but still snug enough that she felt every pump of his veins, the rim of his cock as his skin would push back at his thrusts.
Then she felt him lean down over her back, his chest flush against her back, his breath hot against her ear. A trail of kisses on her shoulder, her nape. Each press of his lips made her ass arch into him.
His fingers tangled in her hair, gathering the damp strands, and with a firm but measured pull, he raised her head back.
That made his cock plunge deeper, almost too much. She gasped, the slight tension sending an electric thrill through her spine, but she got the message.
Tilting her face, she met his lips, moaning into his mouth as their tongues tangled in desperate hunger. He devoured her, taking everything she had to offer while his hips never stopped moving, never stopped thrusting. The deep, rhythmic slaps of their bodies echoed, mixing with her gasping moans and his low, ragged grunts.
Something inside her started to crack, something deeper than just physical pleasure. It was power, a raw, unbridled force slipping beyond her control.
The more she felt him carve her with his manhood, the more she lost it. Scarlet, translucent wisps of magic crackled over her flushed skin, curling around her fingers, and her wrists, pulsing with each thrust.
Tony noticed.
Between the heat of her body and the strange, tingling warmth in the air, something stirred inside him, something carnal, feral. His muscles tensed, his skin prickling with an unnatural heat. He didn't know what was happening, but he didn't care. He felt unstoppable, burning with lust that wasn't just his own.
He pulled away from her lips, standing back upright, his hands grabbing her lush ass again. He grabbed two handfuls, spreading her wide to see everything, watching the way his cock plunged into her, how her pussylips clung to every inch of him. The sight thrilled him to no end.
And then, with a smirk, he spat. A slick trail of saliva landed between the perfect roundness of her asscheeks. His thumb swiped through it, dragging the wetness down, pressing teasingly against the forbidden star of her ass. No invasion, just a slight press, a slick, possessive greed to make her tremble.
"Aah! Tony!" Wanda's entire body jolted, her back arching, a wild moan ripping from her throat.
She had never felt anything like it before, so filthy, so wrong, but so unbearably good. The red magic around her flared, crackling like wildfire, her entire body trembling at the peak of something uncontrollable.
Tony groaned as saw the crimson sparks ripple over his body as well, feeling the heat inside him coil impossibly tight. He felt wild, unrestrained lust crash over him like a tidal wave. He was close, so fucking close.
He felt something strange. A strange connection with Wanda. The more wild he became with his thrusts the more he grew desperate. The arousal, the satisfaction, the sensations heightened. The harder he pumped, the more violet those mysterious, crimson sparks became.
"Close… I'm… gonna…" He rasped, losing control. He knew he had to pull out, but something in the air, electric, pulsing, kept him rooted.
He tried to pull back. But something glued him in there.
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