While kissing her incessantly and gently coaxing her, his pen!s mercilessly penetrated into her v@gina.
Gripped by a searing pain that threatened to tear her apart, tears welled in Eileen's eyes. She clung to Cesare's shoulders, her body curling into a sob. "It won't go in," she choked out, "it hurts too much! I'm scared…"
Cesare, however, didn't heed her pleas. Instead, he continued pushing the object in, slow and unwavering. Unable to bear the agony, Eileen dug her nails into his flesh, leaving distinct marks. Yet, Cesare remained impassive.
The pain, perversely, seemed to fuel him. A rough, guttural moan escaped his lips as he met Eileen's tear-streaked gaze. "Only halfway there," he announced to the sniffling woman before her.
