I Can Take It!.. [WM]

She couldn’t do anything under Whitney's mighty grip. Feeling **** and unable to do anything made her want more. It made her ****. She couldn’t have disregarded Whitney's words more, her mind begged to be wrecked from one end to the other. It meant making her a sex toy, but her pussy throbbed for more. The mere thought of being just a toy to the hulking giantess in front of her made her clit flow with fluids. She had already said that she wanted to be fucked, and Whitney didn’t have a problem with fulfilling both of their desires.

She screamed as her walls stretched, feeling her womb open and Whitney's dick **** itself inside. So large, making her walls clench around something that was stretching her so far that her hips ached. While she was sore, nothing hurt, even with the gigantic bulge of Whitney's tip going into her womb. she didn’t feel any pain. Only heavenly pleasure that made her entire body shudder and clench around the cock inside her once again. She was so full, no one could make her as full and stuffed as Whitney had just now... and this was before Whitney came. She could feel Whitney's moans echo throughout her own body, the way her goddess' powerful voice shook her to the core made her cum on the spot with a tight clench of her inner walls. She couldn’t care that she was bending the physics of nature by taking such a large cock, when it felt this good she became a moaning, screaming mess. She was sure Whitney didn't care by now, too captivated by chasing her orgasm while she used Triss's vagina like her tight little plaything. Screaming and moaning as she stretched her further.

Whitney helped as Triss was pushed even harder down on top of her cock, knowing if she let go she would slide right up like the little toy she was. She moaned and begged when Whitney's dick pulled out, **** to feel her inside her again. "P-please— I’ll be good.. you won’t break me- please please—" She begged, but her words were cut off by her scream of surprise and please as Whitney thrust far back into her with little warning. The way her moans shook her to the core, was such a frightening yet erotic experience. In and out, every pound into her was harder and more **** than the last. She could feel the slaps of Whitney's balls on her legs, as her legs bounced up and down like they were nothing. The only thing important to Whitney was how tight and sweet her little plaything was. How she came and came again while she pounded into her. So easily overwhelmed yet Triss never wanted it to stop, she wanted to be used by Whitney forever. Her little plaything...