Ross pulled his hips back, just a few inches, and then pushed forward again—slowly, deliberately—letting her feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock as it moved through her stretched, slick heat.
Tianna gasped, her back arching as the fullness overwhelmed her again.
"Ohhh…" she moaned, the sound raw and uncontrolled, slipping from her lips before she could stop it.
Realizing how loud she was being, she quickly bit down on her bottom lip, trying to muffle herself—but her body wouldn't cooperate.
The sensation of Ross sliding in and out of her, the friction, the stretch, the overwhelming fullness—it was too much.
Her pussy clung to him desperately, wet and pulsing, as if her body didn't want to let him go.
Ross's pace remained slow, his focus entirely on her.
He watched her eyes, her mouth, the tension in her muscles.
He adjusted his angle slightly, and when he pushed in again, he found the perfect spot—deep and just a little upward.
