"Don't stop," she said. "Just finish it already."
She'd made her peace with this and she wanted it done as expected.
I obeyed and thrust again, deeper this time, finding a rhythm.
"Haann..." She gasped as my cock dragged against her inner walls, the friction profound even through the considerable slickness she'd produced.
I could still feel her body gripping, adjusting, the tight channel of her pussy learning the shape and size of me with each careful stroke. I pulled back halfway before driving forward again, watching her face track every movement.
"Hmmm!!" Maribel let out a muffled moan, her feet lifting slightly off the carpet, heels pressing against the back of my thighs.
I gasped under my breath at how incredible she felt around me, that impossible tightness, the heat, the way her walls seemed to pulse around every inch of my length. I gripped her knees wider, holding them open, and began establishing a proper pace.
"Hmm! Ngh... hann... ahnn... haan..."
