She fumbles with her own bra, eyes glued to him as he finally undresses. She feels downright sinful but she can’t help but stare at his cock, thick and pretty. She wants to touch it, but her desire rules out as he spreads her open for him. Evie hears her own whimpers distantly as he eases inside her, thankful he prepared her. He’s hot and solid, pressing into her, their eyes locked. He stops a couple times as he pushes past her barrier, Evelyn feeling hot tears on her cheeks, and then he’s buried in her. “My dad’s gonna kill me,” She exhales, chest heaving. “Does it feel okay?” She asks, biting her lip as she wiggles her hips, getting used to being so full. She likes it way more than she probably should.
Daniel leans forward, dipping his head down to kiss the tears from her cheeks. “He’s not here,” he whispers, keeping still for a moment. It’s hard when he feels her writhe against him but he assumes it means that she’s ready. He shifts, pulling out to the tip and slowly pushing back in, he repeated it a few times before speeding up. He thrusts deeper into her pussy, moaning at the way she stretches and opens up around him every time he slides back in. “So tight, you feel so good,” he assures her as he thrusts back into her.










