Aestrea then sat back on his heels, his hands moving to the waistband of his pants.
Snap!
The button popped open with a sharp snap, and he pulled the zipper down.
He shoved his pants and boxers down his thighs in one fluid motion, freeing his heavy, straining erection.
Christina's eyes, which had been half-closed in recovery, snapped open.
She stared, her breath hitching in her throat as she took in the sight of him.
He was thick and long, the shaft pulsing with his heartbeat, the head flushed a dark, angry purple and already leaking precum.
It looked almost intimidatingly large, and a fresh wave of slick heat pooled between her thighs at the sight.
Aestrea leaned forward again, positioning himself between her spread legs.
He didn't enter her directly, obviously.
Instead, he laid the heavy length of his cock directly on top of her wet, swollen folds. The heat of him was scorching against her sensitive skin.
"Nngh..." Christina whimpered, her hips jerking instinctively.
