Slow and gentle

You hold her gaze, heart pounding as you sink fully into her. Sansa’s tight, teenage cunt stretches around your thick cock, hot velvet walls fluttering and squeezing every inch you give her. She’s soaking wet - slick, silky heat that coats your shaft completely, her arousal dripping down to your balls as you bottom out deep inside her.

“Gods…” you groan, voice low and rough. The feeling is overwhelming: her cunt grips you like a fist wrapped in warm, pulsing silk, so tight it almost hurts in the most exquisite way. Every subtle twitch and clench of her inner muscles sends sparks of raw pleasure up your spine.

You stay buried to the hilt for a long moment, letting her adjust, savoring how her dripping pussy throbs around you. Then you begin to move - slow, rolling thrusts, drawing out inch by inch until only the swollen head remains inside her, before sliding back in with deliberate, deep pressure. The wet, obscene sound of her slick teenage cunt accepting your cock fills the room: a soft, squelching glide accompanied by her breathy, whimpering, inexperienced moans.

Sansa arches beneath you, a needy little cry escaping her lips. “Ah - Jon… you’re so deep,” she whimpers, voice trembling with pleasure. Her walls flutter and ripple around your shaft on every slow stroke, milking you as if trying to pull you even deeper. You can feel every ridge and fold of her cunt dragging along your length, her wetness making each thrust smoother, filthier.

You kiss her again, deep and hungry, swallowing her sweet, broken moans as you grind against her. Your hand slides under her back, holding her flush against you while you rock into her with unhurried strokes. Each time you press forward, the head of your cock kisses that sensitive spot inside her, drawing out a higher, breathier whine from her throat.

“Fuck, Sansa… your cunt feels incredible,” you murmur against her mouth. “So hot. So fucking wet for me. Listen to how you sound taking my cock.”

She answers with another soft, needy moan - half gasp, half sob of pleasure - her toes curling tightly as her legs wrap firmer around your waist. Her slick folds part easily around you with every gentle thrust, the lewd, wet sounds of skin meeting soaked skin mixing with her increasingly **** whimpers. You keep the pace torturously slow, grinding deep on each stroke so her tight walls have to stretch and welcome every thick inch again and again.

“More… please,” she breathes, nails digging into your back. Her cunt clenches hard around you at the words, another flood of wetness coating your cock as her body trembles beneath you. “Claim me, Jon… make me yours.”

You growl softly, lips trailing to her neck to suck at her pulse point while you continue those long, deep, sensual strokes - feeling every ripple, every squeeze, every silky inch of her perfect little cunt as it sucks you in.