She gasped—"Aahh… sir… it's… it's too much…"—but her hips rocked back harder, ass opening just a fraction more, inviting me deeper, her body screaming yes even as her words pretended no.
"Shhhh… relax for me," I murmured low, one hand stroking her sweat-slick back while the other held her cheek open wide. "Would your daughter feel good if she saw you neglecting your needs like this? Would she be happy knowing her mommy isn't taking care of herself?"
She moaned deep, eyes squeezing shut, face twisting in pleasure-pain as the head pressed firmer. "She… she loves me so much… she'd want anything to make her mommy happy…"
"Then let her see how happy your face will be when you meet her tonight," I rasped, pushing slow—the thick head finally breaching her ring with a soft, wet pop.
She cried out—"Yes… please… I'd do anything to make my daughter happy…"—voice breaking completely, body shaking as her tight, neglected asshole gave in inch by inch.
