Ross held Tianna steady beneath him, his strong hands braced at her hips, thumbs gently stroking her trembling skin.
Her legs were spread wide now, resting over his arms, her body completely exposed to him.
He could feel every twitch and quiver in her thighs as the thick head of his cock continued to press insistently against her tight, virgin entrance.
She was soaked.
Her arousal had coated his tip in a slick sheen, her body desperately trying to prepare itself for the impossible stretch that was about to come.
But no amount of wetness could disguise the fact that she was still incredibly tight—her cunt resisting, trembling, squeezing closed every time he pushed forward.
Ross didn't force it.
Instead, he inched forward, backing off slightly, then pushing again—slow, shallow rolls of his hips that gradually coaxed her body to yield.
Each subtle motion stretched her a little more, making her gasp, cry out, and whimper into the heated air between them.
