The air in the room crackled with a nervous energy. She shifted on the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the worn pattern of the bedspread. "Are you sure about this?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Martin, kneeling before her, looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and tenderness.
He took her hand, his calloused fingers intertwining with hers. "I want you," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "But only if you're ready." Her hesitation was palpable, but the thrill of the unknown, the forbidden, was too tempting to resist. She nodded slowly, her breath catching in her throat.
He began with gentle kisses, his lips tracing the curve of her neck, whispering promises of pleasure. He removed her shorts, revealing the soft curve of her ass. He massaged it with care. He could feel her tremble as he slowly spread her cheeks, revealing her tight anal opening.
She moaned softly as he probed her gently. After a few moments of foreplay, he slowly inserted his dick. She cried out in pain, but Martin just kept going, pushing deeper and deeper.
The initial discomfort soon gave way to a burning pleasure. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, as he pounded into her. Her hands clutched at his back, her nails digging into his skin. The room filled with the rhythmic sound of their bodies moving together, a symphony of desire and abandon. "Harder!" she gasped, her voice hoarse with passion.
He obliged, his strokes becoming more forceful, more demanding. He grabbed her by the throat, choking her as he went at her. She screamed, her body arching with each thrust. Her eyes rolled back in her head, lost in the intensity of the moment. He finished deep inside her, his body convulsing with pleasure.
As the aftershocks subsided, they lay entangled, their bodies slick with sweat. She was exhausted, but a satisfied smile played on her lips. She knew that after this, she would never be the same.
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Martin Spell