He laid me on the sofa with the delicacy of someone placing something precious, the cushions sinking under my back. He positioned himself between my legs, his knees sinking into the upholstery, and held my knees with both hands, opening them slowly. His cock was hard, the head purplish and glistening with moisture, and when he pressed it against my entrance, I felt the heat radiate through my entire lower belly.“Look at me,” he asked, his voice a gentle command, his green eyes fixed on mine.I obeyed, holding his gaze.He entered slowly. Inch by inch, with a deliberate slowness that made me feel every vein, every pulsation, every fraction of skin that slid inside me. The sensation was overwhelming—he opened me, filled me, and there was a pain mixed with pleasure that made it unthinkable to ask him to stop. My eyes widened, my lips opened in a silent “oh,” and a low moan escaped my throat before I could contain it.“So tight,” he murmured, his eyes half-closed, his jaw tense as he fel
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