<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"So big,"</span>she repeated, panting, sweat beginning to gleam on her forehead and belly. Fully impaled on his cock, Ianthe shuddered convulsively. How she'd managed to take all of him she had no idea but she felt sure that he'd tear her apart the moment he began fucking her in earnest. Her fingers continued to dance over her clit, though their rhythm grew erratic with his first experimental thrust and each that followed, until rather than play with herself she was clutching his hip, half-restraining and half-encouraging. With her discomfort beginning to fade, she found herself rocking her hips ever so slightly to meet his thrusts, and opening her eyes to stare dazedly at him. The words that fell from her own lips continued to shock her:<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Fuck meee...."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>