His hands, now freed from her chalice of flesh, pushed her backwards violently onto the bed. Seizing a small pillow, he wedged it firmly under her lower back. Like a lassoed calf at a country rodeo, his strong fingers clamped her ankles together tight, her legs rigid sprouts in this carnal forest. Without giving her time to consent, Marco thrust himself deep inside of her, so deeply that she was certain that he must have touched her resilient little heart.
Although his rod was long, it was not its length that amazed her. Although his penis had a very impressive circumference, it was not its girth that awed her. The thing that really enthralled her, the thing that she would think about for months after this romantic interlude, for years maybe...it was how incredibly HEAVY it was! Heavy, dense like a weapon of combat. Heavy like his intentions for her. Heavy enough to beat something painful out of her. To bludgeon away her hurt. It would be a vain effort to even try to hold onto it against his relentless pounding. Heavy enough to make her let go.
How so much weight could possibly be condensed into one body part, a part made not of granite or marble, but of spongy tissue? She immediately put him on her mental list of Wonders in This World as he burrowed into her greedy, wet snatch. Her legs were still bound tightly together in his powerful hands. She yearned to be freed of his grip. To open her legs wide, to spread herself completely, to feel his pelvis grinding against her.
As if Marco had heard her thoughts, he released her. He could then penetrate her in an even deeper manner. Her body pulsed gently around him, milking him softly. He turned her slightly to the side and pumped her savagely, like the spray of a machine gun. She felt him filling her with his vital fluid. She experienced a moment of warm and flowing bliss.
In the aftermath, sheets strewn everywhere, a lamp knocked over in joyous disorder, she purred like a happy cat on a lazy afternoon.