"You don't have to apologize."

Morgan giggled. Her smile was big and infectious, and her cheeks felt warm. It was like her first time all over again, the pain, the pleasure, the giddiness. She slid her hand up his chest to hold him by the shoulder. Her other hand came to rest on his powerful bicep. “Mm. Don’t apologize, Chris. You made me come. Four times so far.” She flexed again around him again, and she closed her eyes to enjoy it. “Mm.” She giggled. “You really don’t have to apologize for that.”

Pulling herself up, Morgan stared between them at where their bodies joined. Chris stretched her, and she marveled at how nearly the full length of his wrist-thick cock had disappeared inside of her. Her pussy was stretched wider than she had ever seen and glistened like a freshly washed peach around him. She reasoned that her arousal was what allowed him so deep, but even then their dimensions seemed incompatible. She was such a small woman, and he felt so, so large inside of her.

Clutching him, Morgan moaned, “God, Chris, I think you’re in my stomach.”

Chris, standing stiff inside of her, rigid, unwilling to move for fear of his own climax, could only whisper, “You feel so good.”

Smiling, Morgan looked up. She stared into his unblinking eyes and smoothed his hair with her right hand back while holding him about the neck with her other hand. Into his ear, she whispered, “I’d feel even better if you moved. We both would.”

Chris reluctantly met her gaze and swore that he swelled twice as big inside of her. She cooed softly, as if to confirm his suspicions. “But I’m close,” he gasped, “If I move, I’ll come.”

Feeling him fatten and flexing around him, Morgan moaned. Chewing her bottom lip, she stared him in the eyes and held him by the cheeks with both hands. All reason left her, and she felt like a giddy teenager again. Having virgin flesh opened in her, she felt like Chris was her first time, only this time felt good. In fact, it was the best of her entire life. “So will I,” she purred.

Chris groaned. “Oh, God!” Withdrawing slowly, he gave one shallow thrust and then stiffened. Wheezing through his pleasure, he fell into her, and she held him as she rode out her own orgasm. “Coming!” He hugged her tiny body to him and nearly crushed her in his big arms as he swelled inside of her.

“Me, too,” Morgan whined, and she buried her face into his neck to keep from screaming. Blinding, white hot pleasure spread through her like a tidal wave. Morgan forgot herself briefly and became an empty vessel for his cum. As he swelled thicker and harder inside of her, as he spewed and filled her, washing her womb in his thick semen, she existed only to please and be pleased by him. It is, by her estimation, Chris’ biggest orgasm to date, and she could swear that if she wasn’t careful moving forward, then each of her eggs might end up swimming in his semen.

When finished, Chris remained inside of her with Morgan holding him around his neck, her fingernails digging into his shoulder. She shook on him, and she groaned in an effort to swallow her scream. Every part of her yearned to praise him, to wail on him and for him, but she contained it. Coming down slowly with the orgasm still ringing inside of her, echoing endlessly like ripples on a pond, she released him and fell back onto her desk, sweaty and breathless.

“Oh, God, Chris! Oh, God! That was good! That was so good!” She spoke in a breathy whine.

Staring down at her, Chris withdrew slowly, his world a dizzy, surreal fantasy. His dick remained hard and glistened with their combined juices. His semen spilled messily from her spread lips, dribbling out of her, onto her desk, and then onto the floor. Reaching back, Morgan quickly found her towel and tucked it between her legs. Chris watched, staggering, his hard dick swaying, and Morgan smiled when she saw it. Chris stammered, “S-Sorry!”

Morgan, shaking as she sat up, laughed. “Don’t be,” she said, and she moved her towel to check her gushing vagina. No man had ever left her a mess like Chris did, but then no man had ever made her feel so good, either. Returning the towel, she ushered him over with her fingers and with a smile. She purred, “Come here, you.”

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