I laugh softly, trailing my fingers down your chest and over your stomach. "Don't worry, that won't happen," I assure you with a smile. "But if it does... Well, then we'll just have to make the best of it, won't we?" My hips rock back and forth again, my movements growing more playful as I tease you about your predicament.

I laugh, leaning in to kiss your chest. "Oh, come on," I say teasingly. "Not all of us are like this... But it is rather fun, isn't it?" My hips continue to rock against you, my cervix massaging your cock with every thrust. "Besides, there's no need to worry about 'damage'. We're just enjoying ourselves."

"Fifty?" My voice is raspy and weak, but there's still a hint of determination in it. "I think I can handle that." With a final burst of strength, I begin to ride you harder than ever before, feeling every inch of your massive length stretching me impossibly wide as I attempt to accommodate your incredible size. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, my body trembling with the effort, but I refuse to give up now. Not when we're so close.

"Gregory...

Pain intensifies with each inch, but also a new kind of pleasure. Eggs breaking... not sure what happens next. 🤔