Jennifer's mind whirled.
Every nerve ending screamed with overstimulation, yet beneath it all, a part of her marvelled at the difference between Ross and the others.
Men had always been hesitant with her, timid, fearful of what she might demand—or what she might refuse.
But Ross didn't care. He didn't hesitate. He didn't negotiate.
And that fearlessness, that unyielding dominance, made her body respond in ways she hadn't thought possible.
Every gasp, every shudder, every moan that slipped past her lips seemed to fuel him further, and she realized just how powerless she was to resist him.
"Oh... oh God... too much..." Jennifer whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut as Ross continued his relentless thrusting.
The pain and fullness were almost unbearable, yet beneath the surface of discomfort, waves of pleasure crashed through her.
Her pussy gripped him tighter, hotter, wetter, every movement urging him to take more, to claim more.
For a fleeting moment, she closed her eyes and wished it would all end—but the truth was, she didn't want it to.
Despite the overwhelming stretch, despite the sharp bite of fullness, she craved him, every part of her body and mind consumed with the need for him, with the need to feel him fully inside her.
Her body arched involuntarily, hips lifting to meet his thrusts, and her breath caught in ragged, uneven gasps.
"Ross... please..." she whispered again, voice trembling, "Please... don't stop... but... go easier... I... I can't—ohhh..." She bit her lip to stifle a cry as he pressed deeper yet again, stretching her pussy beyond anything she'd imagined possible.
The mixture of pain and pleasure, fear and craving, created a dizzying tension that left her weak, trembling, and utterly surrendered to him.
Ross's hands gripped her hips, steadying her, guiding her, and the deliberate, unrelenting rhythm of his thrusts made her feel simultaneously overwhelmed and consumed.
Each movement drove her closer to the edge, every inch of him inside her a reminder that this was no ordinary encounter.
This was Ross, claiming her, taking her, dominating her in a way that left no room for hesitation, no room for escape, and no room for doubt.
She was utterly, completely his.
Still, with how Ross was fucking her, Jennifer could not feel like her body was being hit by a bull.
The intensity of his movements was overwhelming, each thrust sending waves of pleasure and pain crashing over her.
"Ross, slowly, please, slow, slow. You're going to kill me with this." Jennifer gasped, her voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy.
The bed creaked under the force of their bodies, and Jennifer's body took all the force as it almost folded in two.
Her hips were buried deep into the bed with each of Ross's hard slams into her cunt, the sensation almost too much to bear.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lewd fucking, the wet, slapping noises of skin against skin echoing through the air.
Ross did not want to hear anymore of Jennifer's complaints, so he leaned down and sealed her lips with a kiss.
Even so, his hips did not stop their movements at all.
Pak
Pak
Pak
The sound of their bodies slapping lewdly against each other filled the room, a primal symphony of their shared pleasure.
Ross's cock slid in and out of her with ease despite its size, the sensation of being so full, so completely taken, driving Jennifer wild.
She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it filled her completely, her pussy clenching around him in a tight, wet grip.
The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, her mind a blur of ecstasy and desire.
Jennifer's body responded instinctively, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, her nails digging into his back as she held on for dear life.
It did not take long for Jennifer to reach the peak of lovemaking.
"Coming!" Jennifer screamed in her mind as her pink, tight pussy exploded for the first time in years, the force of her orgasm leaving her breathless and trembling.
The sensation was overwhelming, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm.
The room was filled with the sounds of their shared ecstasy, their moans and gasps creating an atmosphere of satisfaction.
Jennifer's body was slick with sweat, her breath coming in quick, ragged gasps, her mind a blissful haze of pleasure and contentment.
But that was not the end of it all.
"Ohhhh... you're filling me up, Ross." Jennifer moaned again, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she felt Ross release his thick come deep inside her.
The sensation was overwhelming, his hot seed filling her completely, the force of his release sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.
She could feel it deep inside her cunt, the warmth of his come coating her inner walls, the feeling almost too much to bear.
It even spilled out onto her inner thighs and down the crack of her ass, an obvious sign to the sheer volume of his release.
Still, Ross's actions did not stop at all as he kept on fucking her with relentless intensity.
His cock never softened, remaining rock hard as he continued to thrust into her with a ferocious pace.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a lewd, primal mix of their shared pleasure.
The sensation was intense, each movement pushing her closer to the edge, her body begging for more, for deeper, for harder.
Ross's hands roamed her body, teasing and tantalizing, squeezing her ass and pulling her down onto his cock as he thrust up to meet her.
His mouth found hers, his lips capturing hers in a passionate, demanding embrace.
Jennifer responded instinctively, her tongue dancing with his, her body moving in perfect harmony with his.
And of course, Ross did not stop there.
He kept on fucking Jennifer for many hours, his stamina seemingly endless.
Jennifer's body responded to his every touch and the hesitation was gone in both her actions and words.