After several long minutes, the worst of the sharp tearing pain began to fade into a dull, throbbing ache. Heena experimentally rolled her hips, testing the sensation. The movement sent a spark of unexpected pleasure through the discomfort, making her gasp softly.
Samuel took the cue. He pulled back just a fraction, then slid back in with excruciating slowness. The drag of his cock against her sensitive, freshly opened walls made Heena moan loudly— a mix of lingering pain and growing, addictive pleasure. Each slow thrust stretched her anew, the burn still present but now laced with deep, pulsing fullness that hit spots she didn't even know could feel so good.
"Ahh… oh fuck…" she moaned, her legs wrapping loosely around his waist. "It still hurts but… don't stop…"
