Her plea, a raw and sacred thing, hung in the air between them.

My grip on my cock tightened, the sheer, rigid weight of it a testament to the power she had just handed over. I didn't make her wait. I didn't tease. I lowered myself to my knees before her, a god kneeling before his most fervent worshipper.

"Look at me," I commanded, my voice a low growl.

Her tear-streaked face lifted, her eyes burning with a devotion so profound it was terrifying.

I took my cock in hand and guided the thick, blunt head to her entrance. I wasn't long, but my god, I was magnificently, monstrously thick of her liking. I watched her eyes widen as she felt the sheer, unforgiving girth against her delicate, swollen folds. I watched the very tip part her slick lips, a bifurcation of flesh.

My cock was a heavy, thick column of flesh, the head dark and flared, a single, clear bead of fluid welling at the slit.

Her pussy, swollen and glistening, was a ripe, pink fruit, the inner lips peeking out, weeping with anticipation, the neat dark hair of her pubis matted with her slickness.

The air was thick with the scent of her need.

I took the head of my cock and notched it against her entrance. The immediate contrast was stark—my dark, thick, corded flesh against her soft, delicate, slick folds. I pushed. The resistance was immediate, a tight, hot clamp. Her body tensed, a sharp, hitched gasp her only response.

I pushed harder.

The broad, mushroomed head of my cock began to force her open, stretching her wide. It wasn't a gentle entry; it was a slow, inexorable breach.

"Nnnnngh... Ah... AH!"

The sounds were torn from her, a crescendo of shock as I popped past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance. The head of my cock was now inside her, and her pussy went wild, a series of frantic, fluttering spasms gripping the tip, trying to understand, trying to accommodate.

I watched, transfixed, as I fed another inch of my thick, veiny shaft into her. Her lips were stretched thin around me, a stark, beautiful white line where she was being split open.

I gave another slow, grinding push, burying another two inches. Now she could feel it. The texture. The thick, ropelike veins that coiled around my cock were dragging against the ultra-sensitive walls of her pussy, a rasping, exquisite, internal friction that she had never felt before.

That's when she felt them. The veins. They weren't just raised; they were like thick, corded ropes, and as I ground into her, she could feel every single one dragging against the sensitive, slick walls of her inner sanctum.

"Oh... god... the... veins..." she wailed, her head thrashing on the floor. "I can feel every ridge... every... single... one..."

I pulled back, just an inch, and watched her slick, grool-coated inner lips pull out, clinging to my shaft as if trying to suck me back in. A fresh wave of her arousal, a pearlescent, creamy white, trickled out and down the cleft of her ass.

Then I drove forward, sinking my entire length into her in one long, relentless stroke until my heavy, cum-heavy balls slapped against her skin with a wet, fleshy SMACK.

"Ahhhhhh..." The sound was a long, strained wail, a high, thin note of overwhelming pressure. Her hands flew out to grip my forearms, her nails digging in.

"Stay with me, Dominique," I murmured, my hands gripping her hips, holding her steady for the invasion.

"FUCK! EROS! IT'S TOO... FUCKING... BIG!" she screamed, her entire body locking up, her arching bow taut as her pussy convulsed around the sudden, impossible fullness.

With one slow, relentless push, I buried the entire head of my cock inside her.

"EROS!" Her scream was one of pure, shattering sensation.

It was a sound of being broken open and remade in a single, brutal instant. Her entire body convulsed, her back arching. Her pussy, overwhelmed, reacted instantly, clamping down in a series of frantic, fluttering spasms, a desperate, biological attempt to expel the intruder.

There was no pause. There was no letting her adjust. I began to fuck her. Slowly at first, but with crushing, deliberate force.

Each withdrawal was a long, dragging pull, her pussy making a wet, sucking SCHLORP sound, gripping me, not wanting to let go.

Each thrust was a deep, powerful, bone-jarring impact, the head of my cock battering against her cervix, making her grunt with the force of it. The white, creamy lubrication was building, coating my cock in a thick, opaque glaze, a frothy ring appearing at the base with every deep stroke.

"This... is... my... pussy..." I growled with each thrust, the words punctuated by the wet slap of our bodies. "It was made... for this... cock..."

Her only response was a series of high, desperate wails. Her hands were clawing at the floor, her hips rising to meet me, a mindless, primal need to take me deeper. Her pussy was no longer just passive; it was active.

It was milking me, rhythmic, greedy clenches that traveled the length of my shaft, trying to pull the cum from my balls.

The sounds were obscene: the squelching of her juices as I piston-fucked her, the slap of my skin against hers, her constant, broken moans. My cock was now a solid, white, cream-smeared piston, disappearing into her red, stretched pussy over and over.

I shifted angle, hitting a new spot inside her. Her reaction was instantaneous. "AIEEEEE! THERE! OH MY GOD, RIGHT THERE! DON'T STOP!" Her pussy clamped down like a vise, a hard, pulsing contraction that milked the head of my cock.

I knew she was close. I could feel the tension in her legs, the frantic pitch of her cries.

I held still, letting her adjust, letting her get used to the sheer, life-altering fullness. I could feel every pulse of her heartbeat through the tight, slick walls of her pussy.

Then I began to move. It wasn't a withdrawal, but a deep, grinding rotation. I stayed fully sheathed inside her, my cock so deep it felt like it was pressing against her very soul, and I shifted my hips.

"Oh... god... oh... god..." The words were punched out of her with every rotation, her moans deep, guttural, and completely mindless. Her head fell back, her hair a dark halo on the floor. "I can feel even more now... every... every vein... dragging... oh... fuck me harder..."

I smiled. I began to pull out, a slow, torturous withdrawal. I watched, mesmerized, as my cock emerged, glistening, coated in a thick, creamy white slickness. It was the evidence of her desire, a frothy, obscene ring of her essence already gathering at the base of my shaft.

Her pussy clung to me, her inner lips pulling out, trying desperately to hold me inside, a desperate, wet sucking sound filling the silence.

"No... don't leave..." she whimpered.

Then I drove back in. One long, deep, powerful stroke that buried me to the hilt.

"AIEEEEE!"

A fresh, piercing scream. My heavy balls slapped against her ass with a wet, resonant SMACK. The sound of her pleasure was music.

I set a slow, devastating rhythm. A languid, deliberate dance of possession. Long, dragging withdrawals that left her feeling empty and whimpering, followed by deep, filling thrusts that knocked the air from her lungs and made her see stars.

The sounds were obscene. The wet, sucking SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK of her juices as I moved inside her.

The rhythmic SLAP of my hips against her ass. Her constant, breathy moans, and my own low, guttural groans of pleasure at feeling her tight, hot heat gripping me so perfectly.

"You... you feel... impossibly big..." she gasped, her hips beginning to move now, no longer just accepting, but actively participating. She rose to meet my thrusts, her body a slave to the rhythm I was setting. She was chasing the feeling, the stretch, the drag.

Her pussy was responding perfectly, clenching and releasing in time with my movements.

"You were made for me," I growled, my voice thick with lust. The white coating on my cock was thicker now, a frothy, almost lathered ring around the base, a testament to her overwhelming arousal.

I leaned down, claiming her mouth in a possessive, bruising kiss as I continued to fuck her. Her pussy began to clench around me, rhythmic, milking contractions that were a prelude to her orgasm.

"More... please, Master... more... deeper..." she begged against my lips.

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