Claude then thrust his cock inside in one motion, breaking Layla's hymen.
A sharp pain shot through her as she jolted, feeling the warm trickle of blood dripping from her hole.
"Hnggg!!!"
It hurt, but not unbearably so. Layla was a warrior—she knew how to take pain. But this was different. It was sharp, unfamiliar, nothing like the wounds she had endured before.
Claude smirked as he felt her tight walls gripping him, squeezing his cock so hard that a hiss escaped his lips.
"Ahhh… So tight."
His hands settled on her thighs, holding her in place as he adjusted to the intense tightness. It felt incredible, but he knew better than to move recklessly.
"Tell me when you're ready. For now, I'll go slow," he said, forcing himself to ease into a steady rhythm.
Her pussy clung to him, holding onto his shaft like a vice, making every slow thrust feel even better.
