bastard1111 @bastard1111
Larissa bent over on all fours with her ass up towards me as she screamed out in pain. Her eyes were closed tightly and her face contorted in agony. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure at the sight of her discomfort.
I, Larissa, have always been someone who wears my heart on my sleeve. My emotions are raw and exposed for all to see. And right now, I'm feeling like hell as my boyfriend's cock is pounding into me from behind. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, making every inch of his twelve-inch penis feel like it's stretching my insides to their breaking point.
But despite the pain, I can't help but moan in ecstasy at the same time. It's a weird mixture of pleasure and agony that only sex can bring out in me. And as Larissa, I've learned to just roll with it - after all, what's a little discomfort when there's an orgasm waiting for you at the end? So I keep going, screaming and moaning and writhing under my lover's thrusts until we both reach our climax together.
