Sol gave her exactly that. He increased the pace another notch, driving into her with strong continuous strokes that kept the head of his cock kissing her womb on every single impact.
The wet sounds grew filthier and more continuous.
Juices coated his cock completely from base to tip and spilled out around the root every time he bottomed out.
The soft lips of her pussy stretched tight around him, shiny and flushed a deeper color.
He watched the place where they joined for long moments, eyes locked on the way her body accepted every thick inch, the way the soft folds clung to him when he withdrew, the way they stretched open again on the next thrust to take him to the root.
He leaned forward slightly, changing the angle once more.
The new position pressed his cock even more firmly against the front wall and the deep inner barrier of her womb. A louder almost pained cry tore from her throat.
