Pound her until she screams

I don’t want an angry wife, I better rail this little pussy as hard as I can.

I push Phoebe legs back and tilt her pelvis to me. Even spread open, her pink pussy looks so little and precious.

I give it the respect it deserves.

I gather spit in my mouth and let it drip down to her pussy. Bullseye.

I tilt my cock down and rub the spit with my head. I push it against her opening and plunge in her.

I give her no time to adjust. I thrust in as deeply as I can. It’s not deep enough. She’s not wet enough for me.

“AHHhhhh fuck!” Phoebe screams in surprised.

I pull out slowly. Her pussy feels like it’s scraping my cock. Yup. Definitely not wet enough for what I want to do.

With my cock head still buried in her, I spit down on my shaft. This time I push in slowly and watch her pussy stretch out to accommodate my girth. I slowly pull out watching her grip the sides of my cock.

I’m not the only one who watches. Phoebe looks down her petite body and stares at a cock as thick as her forearm impales her body. Monica admires her husband’s muscled body as he completely dominates this small woman beneath him. She always thought my dick looked big disappearing into her. It looks absolutely cartoonish inside of Phoebe like it shouldn’t be able to fit at all.

Monica encourages me, “Give it all to her again babe.”

Phoebe begs, “I’m ready now. Give it to me Chandler.”

I slowly thrust into Phoebe. Her wet pussy hugs my cock so tightly. There’s no more room to fill, but I keep pushing in until my entire cock is absolutely buried in her. My pubic bone presses against her clit. All my body weight balances on our conjugation.

A deep moan erupts from Phoebe, “Holy fuck I’ve never felt so full!”

I stay completely in her. My cock enjoying the too small space. I want to stay like this for hours.

Monica calls, “Let yourself loose babe. Pound her. I want her to think about you for the next week every time she sits down because her cunt is so sore.”

It doesn’t take much to coax to me do that.

I put my hands on Phoebe’s thighs and make sure her hips are titled up so I can get as deep as possible.

Then I pound her without mercy.

Jackhammering my cock all the way out then all the way back in. My cock head slams into her cervix with every thrust.

She screams. In pain? In pleasure?

I don’t care. I don’t relent.

My cock pounds in and out of her pussy. Her pussy drips with her arousal and splashes with every thrust. My arms are flexed pushing her legs back. My abs burn. I’m breathing like I’m in a full sprint.

But how long can I sprint? 50 meters? 100? 200? A full 400?

Phoebe screams with every thrust. The rest of the cabin would swear a **** is happening.

Monica, part fan, part coach, yells so I can hear over the screaming, “Keep going babe! Don’t stop! Oh god she’s squirting everywhere! Deeper! Harder! Oh fuck babe. You’re a fucking god!”

I can’t go any longer. I need to come before I collapse.