I kept the head right there—pressed blunt and unyielding against her entrance, letting her feel the first cruel promise of stretch before I gave her even a millimeter.
She was already shaking—thighs quivering violently, breath coming in shallow, panicked hitches that fogged the mirror inches from her face.
The reflection caught everything in merciless detail: mascara rivers streaking her flushed cheeks like black tears of surrender, the simple platinum wedding ring flashing every time her fingers flexed white-knuckled on the toilet tank, torn black silk hanging off her hips in pathetic ribbons like flags of defeat, her heavy tits still glistening with drying spit from her earlier throat-fucking, nipples dark red and swollen from my fingers.
