Kristine's soft, pink pussy felt like it was being torn apart, stretched to its absolute limit.
She could feel every throb, every twitch of Ross's cock pulsing inside her.
Her body trembled, still trying to process the sheer scale of him.
She thought he'd bottomed out—there was simply no way more of him could fit.
But then Ross leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "There's more."
Kristine froze. Her mind refused to believe what she'd just heard.
But when she looked down—between their bodies, where they were joined—her heart skipped a beat. He wasn't lying.
There were still three thick inches left outside.
Three more inches of hard, throbbing cock that had yet to enter her.
And she had no idea where they were supposed to go.
She was already impossibly full—there was no space left inside her. No room. No chance.
Or so she thought.
