He groaned deeply and withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the thick head of his cock. He pushed in slowly this time, inch by inch, letting me feel every ridge, every vein as he filled me completely. When he bottomed out, his heavy balls pressed against my ass, we both let out shaky moans. He stayed there, buried deep, forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling in the cool night air.

Then he began to move—long, passionate rolls of his hips that dragged his cock along every sensitive inch of my inner walls. The wet, intimate sounds of him sliding in and out of my soaked pussy filled the room,...