Kristine's breath came in short, desperate pants, her eyes squeezed shut.
Her body shook slightly, her pussy gripping him like a vice as she tried to decide if she could handle the rest.
And then, as always, Ross was there.
His hands found her waist—firm, warm, grounding.
With a gentle pull, he guided her downward, helping her overcome the final resistance.
"Ahhh—Ross!" she screamed, her nails digging into his chest.
Her body sank the rest of the way down. All fifteen inches. Every last bit.
Now buried deep inside her, stretching her to her absolute limits.
She sat there, motionless for a moment, eyes wide, mouth parted in stunned awe.
The fullness was unreal. It wasn't just a cock inside her—it was a force. A presence.
Her pussy had molded itself around him, wrapped in heat and slick, trembling tension.
Her womb felt like it had been nudged, her entire lower body dominated by the sheer size of him.
