Read Novel Full Chapter 917: Her Thin Slit: Purity Watches (r-18)
Chapter 917: Her Thin Slit: Purity Watches (r-18)
Her cunt spasmed hard in greedy answer—clenching, winking open, gushing another thick flood of slick that coated the crown and ran down his shaft in warm, shiny rivers.
She stared down between their bodies—eyes wide, mesmerized, terrified, starving—watching her own pussy kiss and cling desperately to the massive head, lips stretching thin around it, trying to suck him in like it had been waiting its entire life.
He held there—poised, throbbing, dripping—waiting for her final, trembling breath.
"I am going to fuck you... until you can’t think straight anymore."
He began to push.
Slow.
The blunt, swollen head of his cock—thick as her wrist, flushed a deep, angry plum and glistening with the thick sheen of her slick mixed with his own leaking precum—pressed firmly against her tiny, fluttering entrance.
Her small pink slit was a fragile, like-virgin-smooth ring, as if no one has ever fucked her right. Not a virgin but not fucked right just yet... barely wider than a fingertip at rest, still winking open and closed in nervous little spasms from the earlier relentless sucking through her panties.
He was going to give her what she deserved.
What she’d been denied of.
Fresh cream pulsed out with every heartbeat, coating the delicate rim in a glossy sheen, making it glisten under the harsh office fluorescents.
The massive crown kissed it—slow, unyielding—spreading her plump outer lips wide apart like soft rose petals forced open by an intruder too large for their garden. The thin, stretched skin at the edges turned pale from the strain, then flushed a violent crimson as the broad ridge began to breach her.
She gasped—sharp, high, almost a sob—"Oh—god—Peter—it’s so fucking big— it hurts..."
He didn’t thrust. He simply leaned forward, slow and merciful even, letting gravity and the steady pressure of his hips do the work.
The head breached her thin tight pussy slowly.
Her entrance stretched beyond anything she’s ever been—stretched—stretched—burning white-hot as the thickest flare of the crown forced its way past the tight ring of muscle.
The thin delicate opening turned almost translucent at the edges from the impossible strain, the thin skin pulled so taut it looked ready to tear, then flushed a deep, angry red as it clamped down desperately around the invading girth.
A single, wet, obscene schlick echoed in the quiet office as her slick surged out around the seal in a hot, slippery flood—thick ropes running down the veined underside of his shaft, dripping in heavy strands off his heavy, drawn-up balls, splattering onto the polished mahogany beneath her ass in dark, spreading puddles.
"Aaaaah—fuck—fuck—it burns—oh my god it’s splitting me open—" she screamed, voice raw and cracking, loud enough to bounce off the glass walls and echo down the empty hallway.
Her eyes flew wide, pupils blown black, tears springing instantly at the corners—pain sharp and blinding, pleasure already twisting underneath it like lightning in a storm. Her small pussy looked utterly obscene stretched around just the head: outer lips stretched paper-thin and pale at the stretched rim, then blooming dark rose as they clung wetly to the thick shaft.
Her long inner folds—ruffled, crimson-edged, swollen from earlier torment—were dragged outward and plastered flat against his girth like wet silk ribbons caught on a pole, clinging and fluttering with every tiny twitch of her body.
Her clit—dark, engorged, protruding shamelessly beyond its hood—throbbed visibly above the brutal stretch, jumping with every heartbeat, untouched yet hypersensitive from the pressure radiating through her core.
Her nails raked down his back—deep, frantic, animal—digging crescent moons into his skin hard enough to draw thin lines of blood that welled instantly and trickled warm down his spine. She clawed at his shoulders, his neck, his hair—trying to find any anchor as her body fought the invasion and welcomed it in the same ragged breath.
"Too big—too big—Peter—ahhh—it hurts—it hurts so good—don’t stop—"
He held perfectly still—buried only to the flared ridge of the head—and lowered his mouth to her ear. Soft, soothing kisses rained down: warm lips brushing the sensitive shell, tracing the frantic pulse hammering beneath her skin, then open-mouthed and gentle down the long column of her throat to the fluttering hollow at her collarbone.
"Shhh... breathe for me, baby," he murmured against her damp skin, voice velvet and dark, laced with reverence. "That’s it... just the head... feel how perfectly your little pussy is opening for me... molding around me already..."
While he kissed her—slow, worshipful trails from ear to throat to collarbone—he rolled his hips in tiny, hypnoticcircles.
Not thrusting in or out. Just rolling. Shaping her pussy to his cock shape.
The thick head inside her overstretched pussy moved in slow, deliberate orbits, pressing and stretching every velvet inch of her inner walls, forcing the tight channel to reshape itself around his exact contours—every ridge, every vein imprinting itself into her like a brand.
Her walls fluttered wildly around the intrusion—clenching in frantic spasms, rippling like they were trying to push him out and drag him deeper simultaneously.
Fresh slick gushed out with every slow grind—thick, creamy, unstoppable—coating the first few inches of his shaft until it shone like polished marble, dripping in heavy, viscous strands that stretched and snapped between them.
"Nnnngh—ah—ah—Peter—fuck—feels so full—so fucking full—hurts so good—oh god—" she moaned, loud and broken, head falling back against the desk with a dull thud that rattled scattered pens.
Tears spilled freely down her temples now, mixing with sweat, but her hips twitched upward in tiny, greedy jerks, chasing the burn, chasing the stretch. Her nails sank deeper into his shoulders—red lines blooming across his skin—drawing fresh blood that trickled warm and sticky down his back.
"I can feel every vein—every ridge—carving me—shaping me—fuck—I’m yours—I’m so fucking yours—"
He kept rolling—slow, relentless circles—letting her tiny pussy adjust inch by tortured inch. The burn slowly melted into a deep, throbbing fullness that made her walls flutter and milk the head in rhythmic pulses.
Her clit throbbed untouched above the stretch—swollen dark cherry, jumping with every grind like it had its own frantic heartbeat.
Only the first thick three inches were buried inside her; the rest of his massive length—veined, heavy, glistening with her cream—stood proud outside, the obscene contrast almost pornographic: her delicate pink folds stretched impossibly wide around his girth, thin inner lips clinging and dragging along the shaft like wet lace every time he circled, slick shining on every exposed inch.
She was panting—screaming—moaning all at once, voice wrecked and echoing through the empty office like a siren call.
Then something broke open inside her.
Her hands slid from his bloody shoulders up to lock around the back of his neck—fingers interlacing so tightly her knuckles whitened—pulling him down until their foreheads pressed together, sweat mingling, breaths crashing. Her eyes were glassy, wild, shining with tears and feral need.
She lifted herself.
Legs wrapped tight around his waist—ankles crossing at the small of his back, heels digging hard into his ass like spurs. Using the strength in her arms and trembling core, she pulled herself upward—impaling another thick inch onto his cock with a long, shattered scream—
"Fuuuuck—yes—more—deeper—!"—her walls stretching even wider, fluttering madly around the new depth, slick surging out in a hot flood that ran down his balls and pooled beneath them on the desk.
She started to move—small, desperate rolls of her own hips at first, then faster, grinding herself down onto him, taking him deeper on every downward plunge even though her body could only accept half his length before the resistance became too much.
Her breasts bounced against his chest—sweat-slick, nipples scraping his skin like hard little points—bodies sliding together in wet, filthy friction.
Her voice broke into a raw, commanding moan—loud, unashamed, echoing:
"Rail me, Eros—rail me so fast, so deep, so fucking hard—make me scream so loud the whole building hears—fuck me like you own me—fuck me like I’m yours forever—"
She slammed herself down again—taking everything her stretched pussy could handle, walls clamping and rippling around him in violent spasms, slick pouring out in hot, messy waves—eyes locked on his, wild and shining with absolute surrender.
"Now."