"Seijirou-kun," Touka muttered, her voice a fragile whisper laced with anticipation and fear as Seijirou positioned himself between her trembling thighs.
His thick cock, veined and throbbing with need, pressed against her slick entrance.
She was so tight, her virgin pussy clenching instinctively around the tip as he began to push in slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
The stretch burned, a sharp pain ripping through her core, mingling with the building heat of pleasure that made her toes curl.
A deep moan escaped her lips, raw and unrestrained—pain twisting into something intoxicating as her walls yielded to his invasion.
Tears welled up in her wide eyes, spilling down her flushed cheeks in hot trails, while a trickle of blood seeped from where they joined, staining her inner thighs and the sheets beneath.
The metallic tang hung in the air, a stark reminder of her innocence shattering under his girth.
