Hellen positioned the blunt head at my entrance teasing torment, nudging my folds slicking itself generous with my cream, making it warmer for her to enter.
"Be Gentle, Hellen."
"I will, Emily."
"I am not kidding!"
"I am not kidding too. Don't worry too much, Emily."
Then slow deliberate thrust—she pushed in steady controlled, stretch burning sharp sweet as she breached my tight ring inch by torturous inch, filling me so completely split-open full I saw white spots dancing. I gasped loudly, tears pricking hot at my eyes as I could only feel pain.
"It's hurts! Mphhmm—"
Hellen kissed me lightly, exploring my mouths—it was soothing kiss. Hellen knew that I was relly feeling too much pain. After raining me with kisses, she asked, "Are you feeling, okay?"
"Yes... ahhh... move now...." My whole body's constitution was changed—pain-pleasure mingling wild intoxicating, walls clenching greedy around her invading thickness hugging every vein.
