Pulling back and pushing forward he worked a little more of his manhood into her ass. Then a little more. His one hand joined the other at her waist, no longer needing to hold himself.

"Ooh God. Ooh God," she whimpered, her hands pulling at the bedspread as tears ran down her cheeks. Gasping and panting, she desperately hoped that he was completely in her now . . . swore that she couldn't take any more.

But she knew he wasn't . . .

And she'd have to . . .

He allowed her a moment to grow accustomed to the additional length, then drew back until her sphincter was...