The head entered. Her lean body convulsed on the moss. Her medium-sized tits swung, the dark nipples stiff. Her thighs locked, then flew open. Her hairy pussy was stretched around the crown — the lips pulled taut, the pink interior visible, the coarse black hair matted with arousal.
He drove deeper. Five inches. Six. Seven. The shaft spread her walls — the tight, underused muscles parting, the friction burning. Her lean body arched. Her dark face contorted.
"PLEASE — IT'S TOO BIG — YOU'RE TEARING ME — MY HUSBAND — HE'S NEVER — NOT LIKE THIS —"
Eight inches. Nine. Ten. Her belly was distended — the outline of his cock visible through her lower abdomen, the lean skin bulging. Her hairy pussy was stretched beyond anything it had ever experienced, the lips pulled thin, the pink interior dark and swollen.
Eleven. Twelve.
PAAAH!
"AAAAAAAAANGH~!!!"
