"Haa❤️… f… fuck me…" She whispered, the words shivering out of her like a confession she could never take back.
Nathan's smile deepened—slow, predatory, overwhelmingly pleased.
His hands slid to her hips.
He adjusted her legs on his shoulders.
And he pushed forward.
"Nghhh—!"
Her gasp tore out of her like a startled cry.
Freja felt it immediately: that thick, hot, utterly foreign pressure sliding against her tender folds. His cockhead nudged between her labia, pushing them aside in a slow, unstoppable glide, the ridges of him spreading her pussy lips with a force she had never known. He was bigger than the teasing fingers that had opened her earlier—thicker, hotter, pulsing with a weight that made her whole body clench up in instinctive shock.
She sucked in a sharp breath and forgot how to exhale.
