Evil MC's NTR Harem

As the kiss deepened, Ross's hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements with a mixture of tenderness and dominance.

He could sense her hesitation but felt her body responding more and more with every passing second.

His cock throbbed, eager and ready, and he wanted nothing more than to push through her resistance and claim her completely.

"Absolutely gorgeous," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and sultry, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. "Embrace what you feel. It's okay to surrender to this moment."

The heat of his words washed over her, and for a fleeting instant, she considered giving in entirely.

The intoxicating blend of pleasure and conflict coursed through her, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of a precipice.

Every instinct told her to back away, to remember the life she had known, but the growing desire within her urged her to dive headfirst into this uncharted territory.

With every kiss, every caress, Ross seemed to draw her deeper into the abyss of her own desires. She could feel the tension coiling inside her, a pressure building that demanded release.

The way he held her, firm yet gentle, sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.

It was as if he were promising her a world of pleasure beyond her imagination, one where she could let go of all her worries and simply feel.

Iris took a deep breath, feeling the heat radiate from her pussy. Despite the reservations swirling in her mind, she leaned into the sensation, allowing herself to explore this new reality. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

She found herself rocking slowly against him, her body instinctively seeking the pressure of his cock against her slick entrance.

It felt right, and she began to lose herself in the rhythm they were creating together.

"Just a little more," she whispered, her voice barely a breath as she pushed down slightly, testing the waters. But the head of his cock was too large, and a frustrated sigh escaped her lips.

"Don't worry," Ross encouraged, his hands moving to cup her ass, guiding her gently.

"Take your time. Let your body lead the way."

With his words, Iris felt a flicker of confidence ignite within her. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation, focusing on the warmth building between them.

She could hear her own breaths, ragged and unsteady, mingling with Ross's soft groans of pleasure.

Each sound stirred a primal urge within her, drawing her closer to the edge of her own desires.

As she adjusted her position, Ross's fingers brushed along her thighs, teasingly close to where she ached for him the most.

The anticipation was maddening, and Iris found herself craving more than just his touch.

She wanted to lose herself in him, to feel his essence intertwining with her own.

The line between pleasure and pain blurred as she navigated her emotions, battling the guilt that tugged at her heart while simultaneously yearning for the ecstasy that awaited.

"Please," she breathed, almost a plea, as she shifted her hips again, trying to find the right angle. "I need you."

Ross's eyes darkened with lust, a predatory glint flashing across his features.

"You'll have me, Iris," he promised, his voice thick with desire. "Just give in and take it slow. No need to rush such a beautiful thing. Let it happen in the most natural way."

And with that, Iris felt a surge of determination. This was her moment, a chance to explore the depths of her own desire without shame or regret.

With a deep, steadying breath, she prepared to take the plunge, to open herself to the intoxicating possibilities that lay before her.

The boundaries of her past began to fade as she moved closer to Ross, ready to embrace the pleasures that awaited her, even if it meant leaving her old self behind.

"Ahhhhhhh!" With one powerful thrust, Iris succumbed to the overwhelming temptation of the giant cock below her.

It felt as if a massive truck had driven straight into her pussy, stretching her in ways she had never imagined.

The sharp pain shot through her, nearly knocking her unconscious, yet amidst the agony, there was an undeniable feeling of fullness that left her breathless and trembling.

Ross, on the other hand, wore a satisfied smile, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he reveled in the exquisite sensation of Iris's tight pussy clinging greedily to his cock.

"A faithful wife no more," he mused to himself, feeling a surge of power course through him as he embraced the intimacy of the moment.

The initial struggle was intense, but the slick warmth enveloping him made it all the more exhilarating.

She felt like she had lost her cherry again in this lifetime since Ross's cock was simply too big for any woman.

As he began to lift her body up and down, he relished the way her pussy walls quivered with every thrust, their intensity only heightening the pleasure they were both experiencing.

Iris was caught in a whirlwind of sensations; even as the sharp pangs of pain radiated through her, she found herself teetering on the edge of pleasure, her body instinctively arching to meet his every thrust.

"AHHHHHH!" she shouted, her voice a mixture of shock and delight as the pain and pleasure intertwined, gradually yielding to the overwhelming tide of ecstasy that washed over her.

The sound of her voice, filled with both desperation and longing, only fueled his desire further.

With each powerful movement, he could feel her responding, her body yearning for more, and it thrilled him to know he was the one giving it to her.

Iris felt herself slipping into a haze of bliss, her thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind.

With each thrust, he pushed her boundaries, filling her completely, making her feel alive in ways she had never thought possible.

As her breath quickened, she fought against the conflicting emotions surging within her.

Was it truly possible to feel such overwhelming pleasure and guilt at the same time?

But as Ross continued to rock her body, the guilt faded into the background, replaced by an all-consuming fire of desire.