"Ahhhh…" Kristine gasped, her back arching slightly as Ross finally let his middle finger glide between her slick folds, pressing inward with slow, deliberate pressure.
Her body tensed and then trembled as he began to explore her depths, inch by inch.
He moved with confidence, knowing full well that she needed to be thoroughly prepared—his cock wasn't something a woman could take without being stretched first.
Not even one as beautiful and secretly yearning as Kristine.
She whimpered softly, her breath catching, hands gripping the sheets beneath her as her thighs quivered.
Ross leaned in, watching her reaction with a flicker of amusement in his eyes, then pushed in a second finger.
"Ohhhh…" she moaned louder this time, eyes fluttering shut.
Her walls fluttered around his fingers, hugging them tightly, as if her body wasn't sure whether to resist or surrender.
She let out another gasp, this one tinged with disbelief.
