Margaret sat down.
With no foreplay or soothing, her flower bud remained tightly clenched, only allowing half of the glans to enter before getting stuck.
She took deep breaths, convincing herself to relax her body. As she sank her hips down, she also pushed aside the fabric on her chest, playing with her snow-white breasts. Two tiny nipples quickly stood erect, blooming brightly like ripe cherries.
Mario watched this lascivious and erotic scene, his mind going blank. He lost the ability to think, his body instinctively lifting his hips and thrusting upward. With the glans stuck at the entrance, he used force to penetrate, causing Margaret to bite her lip and let out a muffled groan before slapping him twice.
