FIRA'S POV

He palmed my chest as he was pressing his manhood to my hole. He held my thighs to spread it.

I was sobbing when I wrapped my legs around his waist. It was painful. I could feel my wall tighten. It was buried in me in a hard way.

His lips touched my neck. His hands encircled to my n*pple, pinching, massaging it into a rotary counterclockwise direction.

He cupped my face and pressed our lips together. I could still feel the burning down there, but by his stimulation, it was disappearing gradually. When I recovered from the pain, I swayed as his body swayed.

He held my...