In her pussy, passionately.

Quickly. Well. Who are you to keep a lady waiting?

You **** a passionate kiss onto Stacy’s lips and push her back until she’s pinned underneath you. Clasp your hand around her wrists. Press your thighs between her thighs to open her legs. She goes obediently. Your little sex toy. Your perfect little whore. Your cock’s erect in moments, pressing against the lips of her pussy. That hits her like a lightning bolt. Suddenly she’s gasping, moaning into your mouth, arching her hips beneath you desperately to try and slip you into her.

It's the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. The sheer dominance of it. You stay on top, pinning her down a little longer to enjoy her **** wriggling. Then, at last, you thrust forward, driving your cock into the depths of Stacy’s pussy.

She squeals. It’s the only word for it – a high, joyous squeak, somehow shocked despite everything. A happy kind of noise. Like she’s becoming something, or maybe stopped pretending to be something else.

It’s a nice moment. You’ll remember it later. For now, though, you have better things to do.

Stacy’s squeal takes on a rhythmic cycle, rising and falling as you fuck her. Her body spasms and thrashes against you. Her eyes, you think, are rolling back into her head. It’s hard to care, though. All you can think about is the tightness and the heat of her virgin pussy, wrapped around your cock. The softness of her skin against yours, starting to slick with sweat. The taste of her tongue and mouth. The way her wrists shudder and twitch feebly in your grip. Even the sounds –

Slap slap slap of your hips against her thighs

Wet squish barely audible of your prick inside her

Ah ah ah of her voice, breathy and wordless, muffled by your mouth -

become gloriously all-encompassing. Stacy’s not a person to you now. She’s an experience.

She cums beneath you, twice, as you take her virginity. Each time her pussy clenches tight on you. You can feel her building towards her third when you realise you’re not far behind.