Without a word, Ross positioned himself carefully and pushed forward—slowly, cautiously—allowing the tip to press into her.
Heaven's body tensed immediately.
"Ohhhh… it hurts!" she gasped, her voice catching in her throat as the thick head stretched her wider than she thought possible.
Ross froze, kissing her shoulder gently, whispering, "Breathe, Heaven. Just breathe. We'll go slow."
She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to adjust.
Her body trembled as the pain mixed with overwhelming heat—an ache that felt almost sacred.
She clung to him, holding on, riding out the wave.
In that moment, she wasn't just giving her body—she was giving her trust.
And Ross, for all his experience, treated that gift like something precious.
"Ahhhh…" Heaven took deep breaths, her eyes wide with a mix of pain and pleasure as she watched Ross work between her legs.
She realized that Ross wasn't even halfway in, and yet it felt like her pussy was already broken beyond repair.
