I pressed the thick head of my cock harder against Nancy’s tight, dripping entrance.

She was bent over the dining table, ass up and her legs trembling, her perfect little pussy glistening and ready.

I could feel her heat pulsing against me.

“Tony… please...” she whispered again, her voice breaking.

I didn’t answer.

I grabbed her hips tight and pushed forward.

The swollen head of my cock stretched her open and slid inside her in one slow, deep thrust.

Nancy gasped sharply, her back arching, fingers gripping the edge of the table. “Oh my God…”

She was so fucking tight. Wet hot soaky pussy clenched around me like it was...