...e needed. She stood facing him and starred into his eyes, kissed his chest, laid her head upon his shoulder and said “Be gentle!”
He patted her on the back and gave her a tight hug before poiting his missle to the target and launching it.
‘PRESURE!!’ was all she thought ‘ow this preuRE!!!’ He had broken threw! He felt some blood at first and stopped asking her if she was OK. With a nod and a couple tears she said “slow at first!” so he obeyed and started to move in her gracefully while holding her in embrace.
With her pain past as with her childhood she touched his cheek and smiled. She layd back against his chest as he picked up speed.
‘Pressure!’ was now on his mind as her canal tightened on him but this pressure was pure joy for he never felt anything like this, ‘masturbation was nothing like this. The warmth, the humidity, the…‘ he couldn’t explain it.
She leaned against the tile as he braced himself on the wall above her and got a little rougher every couple seconds shifting his eyes between her woman’s body and her glimmering hazel eyes as she put her arms around his neck and kept panting with his movements.
He knew he was getting close, if he didn’t slow down it would be over...