In one fluid motion, he guided her hips down, aligning their bodies perfectly.
"Ahhhhhh…" Diane gasped as she felt him push past her hymen, her body tensing for a brief moment of pain before she relaxed into his embrace.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a sharp, unfamiliar ache that made her cling to him tighter.
"Ross!" she cried out, her voice a mixture of surprise and exhilaration.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she adjusted to the feeling of being so full down there, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts.
Ross held her close, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move.
His strokes were slow at first, allowing her to acclimate, but soon they grew deeper, more urgent.
Diane's body responded instinctively, her hips rocking in rhythm with his.
"Ahhhhhh…"
"Ohhhhhh…"
