Tilde's pussy was absurdly wet—slick enough that there was practically no resistance when I slammed and thrust myself forward. The first impact felt like plunging into molten butter: hot, yielding, and instantly swallowing my cock whole. Every inch of my shaft disappeared into that heat with an almost greedy pressure, the way a hand closes around something it doesn't want to let go of. The initial shock of it—the wet drag, the tight clamp—was a delicious assault across my whole body.
