Miku didn't answer. Couldn't. She just gritted her teeth and slammed her hips down the rest of the way, taking every last inch until her ass rested flush against his thighs and his cock was buried to the hilt deep in her belly.
The fullness was overwhelming—borderline too much—but exactly what she craved.
She felt impaled, owned, stretched to her absolute limit.
Her inner walls clenched involuntarily around him, milking his length as if trying to pull him even deeper.
For a moment she stayed still, savoring the sensation, letting her body adjust.
Her hands braced on his broad shoulders, nails digging in as she rolled her hips experimentally, grinding in a slow circle that dragged the thick head across her most sensitive spots.
Then she started riding him in earnest.
Miku lifted up slowly, feeling every ridge and vein drag along her walls, until only the tip remained inside.
Then she dropped back down hard.
Pak.
