The moment Luca started to pull back, Luna's entire body seized with a sensation so intense it bordered on agony—and something else, something that made her toes curl and her nails dig into his shoulders.
It felt like the tender inner walls of her pussy were being dragged out with him, like she was clenching so impossibly tight around his massive cock that the veins mapping its surface were carving themselves into her, leaving their imprint behind in hot, pulsing relief.
"Ahhh—! Noo—! You're pulling me out—!"
She whimpered, high and desperate in her throat, and grabbed onto him like he was the only solid thing in a world gone liquid and strange.
And when he finally pulled out far enough that only the thick, flared head remained inside her, stretching her entrance wide, she gasped—a broken sound that was half relief and half please don't stop.
