"One. . . . Two," I throw my hips forward with force, tearing apart her hymen and sinking fully into her. "Three," I say belatedly, as she bites her knuckle to keep from screaming.
"That was worse than I remembered," she tells me, when she has full control of herself again.
"I'm sorry," I apologize softly into her ear.
"Don't be," she replies back, hugging me tightly to her body. "It was long overdue."
My lips press against her neck, and ever so slowly, I begin to pull out. Her maimed right hand drops to my buttocks, squeezing it, and urging me back into her.
Every inch of her slippery cunt feels like heaven as we complete ourselves, our souls in sync. My lips travel up her neck to her ear, where I nibble lightly on her earlobe.
Her hips pick up a rhythm in time with my own, and soon we're both grunting, panting, and moaning as I bring my lips back to hers.
