She’s a sofa butterfly*

“I love your mouth and your fingers, and I love your cock in my throat, but now I need your cock in my pussy,” Kendra says in a low, urgent voice. “Tell me how you want me, big man.”

“On your back, with your ass on the edge of the couch,” I tell her. She ends up with her ass on the arm of the couch and pillows piled under her shoulders and neck to support her slim body. Her legs are spread wide. I walk up to Kendra and rest my knob in her wet little pink slit. She looks at my cock avidly, but also with trepidation. Her hands are gripping her tits hard. “Never had one this big before?” I ask gently. She looks up at me and shakes her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slowly and stretch you out.”

I push my knob into Kendra’s tight, tight little pink hole. I groan at the pressure. She’s as wet as she could possibly be, or else this would be completely impossible. She squeals and grips her tits tighter. She looks at my cock with eyes very wide. I hold there for a little while to let her body adjust (and to let the pressure wave in my balls recede), then start moving—short, slow, shallow strokes. Kendra’s moaning like I’m pounding her. Gradually, gradually, I work my way into her skinny little cunt.

When I have about half my length in, I pause again to let both of us adjust. “Don’t stop, Iain, don’t stop,” Kendra pants. “Keep going—keep fucking me . . .”

“I don’t want to hurt you, little nymph,” I say.

“It hurts, but—it’s a good hurt,” she insists. “It hurts, but it feels wonderful . . . just stretching my muscles—they’re made to stretch . . . it’s so worth it . . .”

I shrug and start thrusting again—a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper. Kendra starts rocking her hips a little, trying to push back toward me. By the time I’m most of the way in, she’s squeezing her pretty little titties hard enough it looks like she’s digging her fingernails into the tender flesh, but she’s still avid for me to keep going.

I start giving Kendra longer strokes of my dick, half my length at a time. When she pleads for more, I pull out further and go faster. It actually isn’t long before I’m fucking her steadily with most of the length of my cock. Her pussy may be the approximate diameter of a McDonald’s straw, but it’s long—I never bottom out. She reaches a hand down and starts frigging herself while I pump her tunnel.

“So good,” Kendra moans softly. “So good . . . so full . . . so full of cock . . . such good cock . . .” I keep fucking her harder and faster as her body adjusts, and she’s loving every minute of it.

“Is this what you wanted, little nymph?” I ask. “Is this what you’ve dreamed of, being filled up and stretched out by a big, fat dick? Is this what you’ve hoped being fucked would be like? You like that big cock in your tiny little pink cunt?”

“Yes—yes—yes—” Kendra pants.

“Cum for me, little nymph,” I tell her. “Cum on my big, fat dick. Let me feel how much you like it—cum hard for me. Let me feel you cum.”

Kendra’s body tenses up, and then she detonates on my cock, cumming with a high, wild shriek.

I keep from cumming this time; I’d like to give her one more position before I finally fill her up.