I kept the pressure, though it still pained her a little, she did not say anything.Then with a strong push, I again entered her. By now I was deep in....But her vagina was still tight. Then I slowly started the ride and accelerating when ever possible; even I was in light pain as her pussy was very tight and a lot of effort was needed to move in out with steady rhythm Her pink pussy lips and my dark brown shaft jammed like anything. She was both in pain and pleasure.I felt my organ in its finest. I considered moving her to the actual couch, but I was afraid that I would drop her limp, slippery body.I placed the glasses on the counter to free up my hands.I grabbed her from behind and pulled her to her feet.As I got her upright I said, “Let’s go, bitch! I’m ready to fuck!”She mumbled something. It was either “fuck you” or “fuck yeah”, but I was not sure which one.I turned her to face me. She was unsteady.I said, “Hold on to me.”She lifted both arms and locked her hands around my neck. I. She felt so safe in that moment. Years of fear, anxiety and social apprehension drained away in the look she shared there with Liam. Christie finally felt truly sure of herself. Liam gazed longingly into Christie's eyes. He never would have considered for a second that a woman he would feel so strongly for would have a penis and not a vagina, but the depth of his feelings now for Christie, with the friendship and bond built through living together and the sexual desire they shared, Liam knew. We emerged from the trees to the side of the house behind the garage. Lana closed her phone, and we looked out over the open grass."There isn't much cover," she whispered."I'm going," I said, and popping out into the open, into the moonlit night, I sprinted across the grass to the house. I reached a side door made of thick wood with a heavy lock. Standing square to the door and bracing myself, I kicked it, making a deep thump. Again. On the third kick, it shattered.Tearing into the house, I set.