Had Black Not Going Back

She crawled up his body, straddling his hips. She looked down at the point where they would join, at his bare, rigid c**k poised at the entrance to her drenched, waiting p***y. Her own juices were flowing freely, pearlescent and slick against her folds. She reached down, guiding the thick head of his c**k to her entrance. She pressed down, and he slid into her wet hole with an agonizing slowness.

The sensation was electric, a thousand times more intense than before. Without the condom, she could feel everything—the heat of him, the velvety texture of his skin, the distinct ridges of his corona pressing against her inner walls. A deep, soulful moan escaped her lips as she took him all the way down, impaling herself on his full, glorious length. He filled her completely, stretching her, claiming her from the inside out.