For Trinity, it felt as though time had stopped completely. Her body was locked in the overwhelming sensation of Ross filling her to the brim, her mind unable to process the mix of pain, pleasure, and the sheer intensity of it all.
But time didn't stop for long.
"Ohhhhhh…"
Her soft moan broke the stillness, a sound so sweet and needy that it seemed to signal the start of something inevitable. Ross began to move.
Slowly at first, his deliberate thrusts sending ripples of sensation through her trembling body. Each motion was precise, calculated, as if he was savoring the way her walls clenched tightly around him.
Trinity's fingers clutched at the sheets beneath her, her knuckles white as her body struggled to adjust to the relentless stretch.
Yet with each slow, deliberate stroke, the pain began to ebb, replaced by a simmering pleasure that grew stronger with every passing second.
