"Fuck," I muttered, my eyes devouring her.
She squirmed, letting out a shy, "What?"
"Nothing," I said, leaning in. "You ready?"
"Y-yeah," she nodded, her voice small but certain.
I moved slow, pushing my cock into her tight, wet pussy, and her breath caught. "Oh… fuck, it's big," she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut.
I chuckled, keeping my thrusts steady. "You good?"
"Y-yeah… just… so fucking deep," she managed, her voice shaking with pleasure.
The bed squeaked with every thrust, her moans getting louder, filthier. Her pussy gripped me like a vise, every shudder and sound driving me fucking wild. The way her panties still hung off her hips, the way her cunt took me—it was perfection.
"Goddamn, Emma," I groaned, fucking her harder. "You're gonna kill me."
"H-huh?" she gasped, her eyes fluttering open.
"These panties," I growled, my voice rough. "You're the model for them, aren't you?"
"N-no!" she protested, but her blush sold her out. "I'm not…"
