Chapter Twelve

Gretchen cried aloud as Reggie filled her with his magnificent cock. The man was big. Bigger than big. He was so fucking huge, she thought he’d split her in two.

“I don’t think I can,” she moaned worried, as he tilted her hips, sinking even deeper.

“Yes, you can, shona. You were made for me,” he grunted, so sure and careful as he waited for her body to adjust.

He was whispering to her, sweet little terms of endearment and words of praise. Gretchen relaxed around him. Slowly, the burn of his invasion lessened. It became hot and more intensely pleasurable than anything else she’d ever felt.

Like her pussy had a brain of its own, and suddenly, it was all about welcoming all the very man inches of his impossibly thick, steel hard length. She’d never been so full. Reg was stretching her tight channel to the max, brushing every inch of her passage with his girthy, veined member.

“Oh god, Reggie,” she moaned and could hardly catch her breath.