she can hear him groaning against her ear
She didn't know how big he was, but he felt enormous as the head of his cock slowly entered her body.
It begins to hurt, to burn, and she cries out, pushing at his shoulders.
His pupils expand, making his eyes look darker. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and she realized he was restraining himself. "Relax, Sarah," he whispered harshly. "It will hurt less if you relax."
She was trembling. She couldn't follow his advice because she was too nervous—and because it hurt so much, having even a little bit of him inside her.
He continued to press, and her flesh slowly gave way, reluctantly stretching for him. She was writhing now, sobbing, her nails scratching at his back, but he was relentless, working his cock inch by slow inch.
