“Holy s**t!” I shouted. “How did you get in here?” I tried to scramble away from his p***s, but he gripped my hips firmly. I reached around and felt for a condom. He had one on. That reassured me of his trustworthiness, but I was still nervous.
“I’ll explain everything after I’ve finished,” he said. He flipped me onto my back and lifted my legs. He pumped in and out fast and hard.
“Please be gentler,” I whined. “You’re so big, and you made me so sore last night.”
He paused and looked in my eyes. “Is that better?” he asked.
It was insane. Suddenly he felt smaller inside me. It was perfect. The few instances I’d been driven craziest during s*x were times after I’d been f****d by someone “too big” I was taken the next day by someone slightly smaller. I was filled to the max, my prostate h
