Cyrus placed his rock-hard dick over Rita's flowing entrance, and without holding back, he moved his hips.
He stiffened his erection into the top of the funnel, which now formed the center of all his desires.
Rita gasped as Cyrus's dick came to rest in the soft folds surrounding her drum-tight entrance. He slowly let his weight descend on her. Her cunt was like a clenched fist. His dick compressed and then bent as it strained to thread the needle of her virginity.
Rita's pale hands scrabbled at Cyrus's shoulders before curling into claws and sinking painfully into his flesh.
But her legs kept his body pushing into hers. The resistance grew and grew until, suddenly, something gave, and she cried out in a moment of sharp pain.
He pierced her precious vagina. It was like finding an aperture into heaven.
