Bab 188: Eating Aisha (3) *

"You're taking it so well," I whispered against her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "Your pussy is so tight, so perfect."

She shuddered beneath me, her fingers curling into fists, gripping the table as I began to pick up the pace. Slowly, but deliberately, I started thrusting harder, deeper, my cock stretching her out with every stroke. I could feel the resistance in her body, but it was starting to fade, her wetness now coating my length as I plunged into her again and again.

"H-Haaannn❤️… hnnn❤️… aghnn❤️… ahhh❤️…" Aisha's moans began to change, a new note creeping into her voice, a mix of pain and pleasure. Each time I pushed into her, her back arched just a little, her body responding to the rhythm. Her pussy was still tight, gripping me with an almost unbearable pressure, but the slickness of her arousal made each thrust smoother, easier. She was opening up to me, her body betraying her despite the pain.