The moment your glans comes into contact with her gaped canal it breaks the surface tension of moisture she’d been oozing continuously since this morning—instantly dousing you in runny warmth. The initial bob into her feverish depths is devoid of the skin-to-skin snag that normally brings you to a halt a few inches in. Fluid dribbles from your balls before her labia come to a stop around the root of your erection, surprising you with its lack of usual viscosity.