His manhood had been genuinely impressive, thick, prominently veined, substantially larger than she'd anticipated even accounting for his overall size.
It had delivered both exquisite pleasure and significant pain in nearly equal measure, stretching her beyond what she'd thought possible, filling her so completely that there had been multiple moments when she'd genuinely thought she couldn't possibly take any more of him.
And yet somehow she had. Her body had accepted all of him, had responded to his dominance with an intensity that had genuinely surprised her, reaching heights of pleasure she hadn't known existed.
But now, in the unforgiving clarity of morning light, she was definitely feeling the substantial consequences. The soreness was very real, very present. She mentally resolved not to deliberately tempt him quite so provocatively again, at least not until her thoroughly used body had adequate time to properly recover.
