Teaching Badiya

Her cheeks still hold the softness of twenty. Nobody's pushed her boundaries before. Tonight they will. I kneel behind her, spread her wide with my palms, and press the head of my biggest toy right to her tight little entrance. No warm-up, just steady pressure. She gasps, trying to rock away, but I hold her hips. Inch by inch I drive it deeper, her cunt clenching hard around the invasion, shiny folds straining to accommodate the sudden, brutal fullness. Her first real stretch. The ring of muscle fights, then gives with a soft, wet sound as I push past it, her walls fluttering in desperate little spasms. I watch the thick shaft sink home until her lips grip the widest part, until she’s shaking, dripping down her thighs, eyes glassy. She’s learning exactly what her body can take—and tonight she learns it the way every girl should: hard, deep, and without apology.