My Steamy Story: Maraid is a young virgin woman, she’s ...

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Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on my 30th birthday. The mood was high-key desperate. My old faithful 'Daddy' dildo just wasn't hitting the same, so I finally unboxed my custom order, this monstrous 20-inch beast called 'Hog Splitter'. No cap, the name should have been a red flag, but I was too thirsty to care.

I got on my knees in front of the mirror, slathering that thing in lube, my loose, dark pussy already dripping in anticipation. I positioned the fat, veiny head at my entrance and started to sink down. OMG, the stretch was insane—immediately so much bigger than anything before. I was shaking, sheesh, but I kept going, fueled by this degrading fantasy of a strong man calling me his fat, worthless pig.

I forced more of it inside, my cunt stretching obscenely, a sloppy, wet mess. The pressure built deep inside me, a sharp, cramping pain right in my womb, but it felt so fucking good to be this full. I was drooling, chanting "yes, yes, fill your pig," grinding down to take more. Then I felt it—a deep, internal pop and a wave of agony that made me see stars, followed by the most intense orgasm of my life, my ruined pussy clenching around nothing as I collapsed. The voice in my head whispered, "Now you're truly barren. Perfect." And I swear, I’ve never felt more complete. Period.