The stretch was vicious, obscene: her entrance a raw, trembling ring pulled so tight it went translucent, clamped around my root like a desperate mouth trying to swallow me whole. Every vein on my cock stood out like molten steel wrapped in silk thick, raised, angry, pulsing with my heartbeat, dragging over her slick, screaming walls with every microscopic shift.
I could feel her cervix kissing the slit of my crown, feel her pulse hammering against the underside of my shaft in panicked, addicted surrender.
I flexed hard once, twice, making the veins swell fatter, hotter, meaner.
Her reaction was instant and apocalyptic. A guttural, filthy scream tore out of her throat.
"FUCK—it's splitting me in half—your veins are fucking alive, they're raping my walls!"
