I didn’t offer a verbal reply. Words had vanished completely, swallowed by the thick, heavy air of the quiet room.

I shifted my center of gravity backward. My knees slid slightly down the mattress, unpinning her waist. As my hips dropped lower, the massive length of my cock uncoiled slowly from the soft plane of her stomach. The heavy shaft dragged across her skin, leaving a shining trail of mixed wetness behind it.

Sherry’s eyes tracked the movement instantly. Her gaze followed the swollen, flushed head as it lifted away from her belly. The glistening trail caught the lamplight for a second before the thick cock dropped down into the open space between her spread thighs. It pulsed there with a fierce, demanding ache, veins standing out along its rigid length.

She didn’t pull back. Instead she opened her legs wider. Her bare heels dragged against the sheets as she lifted her knees high and let them fall outward. The motion displayed her pussy for me in total, unvarnished surrender. Her outer lips parted naturally with the stretch, revealing the slick, pink inner folds already shining with fresh arousal. The short, dark hairs of her regrowth framed everything in a soft, natural shadow, slightly damp and clinging to her swollen skin.

She tilted her head forward slightly. Her short brunette hair fell around her flushed cheeks, but she left it there, too focused to brush it away. Her face held deep, heavy desire, but beneath it sat a wide-eyed reverence mixed with breathless awe. She stared at the sheer scale of my erection hovering between her thighs. Her lips parted, glistening with moisture, as she braced herself for the weight of what was coming.

"Okay... Okay," she whispered almost to herself. Her voice came out as a tiny, shaky breath in the quiet room.

I kept my palms planted flat on the mattress on either side of her shoulders. I used no hands to guide myself. I directed everything with the slow, deliberate tilt of my pelvis and the locked intensity of my gaze on hers.

I leaned forward. The root of my shaft angled downward. The swollen, flushed head of my cock dropped against her entrance with a slick, heavy kiss. The molten bead of pre-cum pooling at the tip smeared directly into the burning wetness of her inner folds. The blunt head pressed closer. The neat, short dark hairs of her regrowth scraped across the hyper-sensitive underside of my shaft in raw, tickling friction. The primal texture made my cock twitch violently against her.

Sherry let out a sharp, ragged gasp. Her fingers clawed into the bedsheets as the heavy pressure of my cockhead anchored itself right against her tight opening.

"Ready?" I murmured, a low, quiet rumble. A dark, knowing smile touched my lips, cutting through the immense gravity of the moment.

She smiled back, her eyes shining, the defensive tension on her lips easing just a fraction as she met my confidence.

I fixed my eyes onto hers, locking our gazes completely. I watched her erratic breathing, the way her elbows planted firmly into the mattress and her fingers gripped tightly behind her own thighs. She lifted her neck off the pillow, determined to watch every single millimeter of what was about to happen.

I pushed in slowly. Using the steady power of my thighs, I drove my hips forward. The thickest part of the head began forcing its way past her outer lips. It stretched the tight, smooth walls of her inner folds wide around its heavy diameter. The stretch showed visibly. Her inner lips thinned and pulled shiny and taut around my girth, glistening with her abundant wetness.

The friction felt immense. She was incredibly tight. Her body wrapped around me with a desperate, crushing grip that tested every ounce of my control. I could feel every micro-ridge and ripple inside her resisting the intrusion at first. Her inner muscles clamped down hard around the crown of my shaft in sharp, involuntary spasms.

Her mouth opened in perfect sync with the pressure. Her lower lip trembled. Then her head fell back against the pillow. "Ahh," she gasped. The sound came broken and low in her throat.

Halfway through the push, her body locked up completely. Her jaw tightened. Her brow furrowed in a sharp line. A faint, strained whimper caught in her throat as her inner walls stretched to their absolute limit around my thickness.

Sherry groaned. Her fingers dug harder into the soft flesh of her own thighs until her knuckles turned pale.

I stopped immediately. I held myself perfectly still, braced on my forearms above her. The thick head stayed buried just past her entrance while I let her body adjust to the devastating fullness. Instead of forcing deeper, I slowly rotated my hips in a small, heavy circle. I used the broad crown of my cock to gently massage the tight, unyielding walls of her pussy from the inside. The motion pressed firmly into her swollen tissue, helping her loosen and stretch around me.

Sherry’s eyes snapped open. They looked completely liquid and dark, flooded with overwhelming sensation. Her breath hitched in ragged waves as her body slowly adapted to the massive presence filling her.

My right hand came down. My fingers rubbed along the outside of her pussy lips, gently knotting the short dark hairs of her regrowth and stimulating the heated skin there. Then I slid upward and cupped her left breast fully in my palm. The soft, heavy weight of it filled my hand while my other palm stayed planted on the mattress to brace my body.

"You like it?" I asked, my voice rough with need.

She nodded once. The small, deliberate motion showed total surrender.

The tight, defensive strain on her face began to melt away. It was replaced by a deep, heavy-lidded hunger that made her eyes glaze over.

Once I felt her inner muscles soften and start to welcome the width, I didn’t wait any longer.

I drove forward in one slow, relentless, deliberate motion. The remaining inches of my thick shaft slid deep into her heat. Her slick walls parted completely as the full length buried itself all the way to the root. Our pelvic bones met with a solid, fleshy impact that echoed softly in the quiet room. My lower stomach pressed flat against the soft, prickling frame of her regrowth. All eight inches settled completely inside her core.

Sherry let out a long, shuddering breath that seemed to empty her lungs entirely. A sudden, soft laugh escaped her parted lips. It sounded breathless and dazed, full of sheer disbelief and intoxicating relief at finally being filled so completely.

The frantic tension in her arms dissolved. Her hands went weak. Her fingers uncurled slowly from her thighs and fell limp against the mattress beside her head. Her short brunette hair lay scattered in a dark halo around her flushed, smiling face. Her eyes stayed half-closed as she soaked in the heavy, stretching fullness locked deep inside her.

We lay there for a long, heavy moment, completely joined and perfectly still. Our lungs worked in violent unison. My cock throbbed powerfully within her pulsing core. I felt the heavy, rhythmic squeeze of her inner walls welcoming me as her heartbeat fluttered fast and strong around my shaft.

I leaned down. My lips brushed the damp skin of her temple. My voice dropped to a low, gravelly promise against her ear.

"Okay," I growled softly. "Now we move."