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Wingshadow
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Madoka felt his tip press into her, the friction and sensation as it spread her open as it penetrated deeper sent a wave through her, her muscles tensing then relaxing around him, as if trying to pull him in deeper into her inner folds. As he pulled her down onto his member, a sharp pain shot up and caused her nails to grip his sides painfully. She audibly gasped but managed to keep herself from crying out.
The discomfort quickly faded as he started to slowly thrust up into her, her own body reacting in turn squeezing down on his shaft every time it drew out from her and relaxing as he pulled back in. Her breathing became gradually faster and more labored as he continued his ministrations on her other breast. She let out soft moans in time with his trusts. She craved this feeling, this feeling which grew stronger and stronger within her. The more it grew, the more she wanted it to continue.
The discomfort quickly faded as he started to slowly thrust up into her, her own body reacting in turn squeezing down on his shaft every time it drew out from her and relaxing as he pulled back in. Her breathing became gradually faster and more labored as he continued his ministrations on her other breast. She let out soft moans in time with his trusts. She craved this feeling, this feeling which grew stronger and stronger within her. The more it grew, the more she wanted it to continue.