Miku knew that she couldn't just sit on it; to do so would be to risk tearing herself apart, her body unaccustomed to such an intrusion.
Instead, she rubbed the cock head against her pussy, the sensitive flesh of her folds parting to accommodate him, her body responding instinctively to the stimulation.
She moved slowly, deliberately, ensuring that she was wet enough to take him, her juices coating his shaft, making it slick and glistening.
The scent of their arousal filled the air, a heady, intoxicating drug that seemed to seep into her very pores.
Miku could feel the tension building in her body, her muscles coiling tight, her breath coming in quick, ragged gasps.
She knew that she had to be careful, to take her time, to prepare herself for the intensity of what was to come.
A minute passed, each second an eternity, as she prepared herself for what was to come.
