"No... no... stop..." Charlotte shook her head, her body arching away even as her legs remained splayed wide. Her breath came in short gasps, her heart pounding so loud she could hear it in her ears. Her pussy, in the midst of all that verbal refusal, pulsed with shameful enthusiasm, leaking warm fluid that slicked the tip of my cock.
I didn't give her more time. With one brutal thrust of my hips, I drove the entire hard, thick length of my shaft into her moistening cunt, plunging deep until the tip slammed against the mouth of her womb.
"NGHAAAA—!!!"
Her scream was choked in her throat, turning into a raspy cry full of agonizing fullness and yet... relief. Her chest heaved, every muscle in her abdomen tensed. She felt it clearly—every ridge, every vein, every inch of that dick stretching her passage, still sensitive and swollen from last night. It felt as if I was trying to split her in two.
'This is it... from last night...,' she thought in bitter confusion. It was truly him.
