The roses sat in a crystal vase on the dining table, their deep red petals catching the warm glow of the overhead light. The box of chocolates, wrapped in gold foil, lay untouched beside them. She’d glanced at it with a wry smile earlier, allergic to nuts, and he’d laughed, promising to eat them himself. Dinner had been simple—a skirt steak seared to medium well and covered in A1 sauce. He had a beer, and she drank Arbor Mist. They ate on TV trays, settled in the living room, the familiar hum of Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy filling the room, her occasional gasp or his quiet "I knew that" threading through the trivia.

Now, an hour before sunset, she stood by the bed, the silk nightgown clinging to her in a way the cotton one never did. He emerged from the bathroom, the sharp mint of his toothpaste mingling with the faint aroma of mouthwash.

They climbed into bed together, the sheets cool against their skin. Her lips brushed his in a soft peck, her hand drifting to his chest. He sighed, a low, almost imperceptible sound, and muttered, "Fine. Go ahead."

She smiled, a small, knowing curve of her lips, and swung a leg over him, the silk of her nightgown riding up as she settled onto his lap. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down. His nub stuck out from his testicles.

She shifted, rubbing herself against him, feeling the first signs of his arousal. Soon, he began to grow, and she wiggled until he slipped inside her. She rocked back and forth slowly.

He grew firmer, his cock becoming more solid with each gentle movement. Her pace quickened, and he grew again, a little more now. She started humping him, her breath quickening as her body responded to his growing size.

He grew even bigger, and she let out a soft whimper as her pussy began to feel full. His cock expanded further, and she started bouncing up and down on him, her moans mingling with the sound of their skin meeting.

His cock grew larger still, filling her in ways that made her body tremble with a mix of shock and pleasure. She began to bounce harder, her movements almost frantic, each pump sending her body into a rhythm that bordered on madness. A sharp yelp escaped her lips every time she bottomed out, the sensation of him stretching her to her absolute limit overwhelming her senses.

Now, his cock was massive, as long and thick as her forearm, and she was caught in a frenzy, unable to fully take him in. Her body was a trembling mess of effort and ecstasy, her thighs burning as she did full squats up and down, desperate to accommodate his size.

He grew even more, his cock now as long and thick as his forearm, and she squealed, a high-pitched cry of desperation. Her hands shot up to grab the handles hanging from the ceiling, clinging to them for dear life as he thrust up into her with a force that left her breathless. His cock was monstrous now, stretching her to the very edge of what her body could endure, and yet she couldn’t stop, couldn’t pull away. The pleasure was too immense, the connection too raw. She was utterly lost in him.

He became even more enormous, his cock stretching her to the brink, a trembling edge where pleasure and pain blurred into something raw and unfiltered. She gasped, her body quivering under the strain, each inch of him pressing her to the absolute limit.

Then, with a deep, guttural groan that seemed to echo through the room, he erupted. Gallons and gallons of cum surged from him in a relentless, furious cascade, each powerful spurt launching her body upward with such force that she hovered momentarily in the air, suspended in a moment of pure, overwhelming ecstasy. She fell back onto him, the warmth of his release coating her insides, only to be thrust upward again by the next explosive surge. The rhythm was both punishing and euphoric, a relentless cycle that left her gasping, her body trembling with the sheer intensity of it all.

Her orgasm tore through her like a violent storm, raw and unrelenting, every nerve in her body alight with pleasure so intense it bordered on unbearable. Her body convulsed in uncontrollable waves, her cries filling the room as the sensations consumed her entirely. She quivered and shook, her muscles taut and her mind blank, utterly lost in the maelstrom of their connection. It was too much and not enough all at once, a paradox of pleasure and pain that left her gasping for air, her body writhing as the aftershocks continued to ripple through her.

Her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling as she lay impaled on him completely limp, utterly spent, her body still twitching with the remnants of her release. The room was heavy with the scent of their passion, the silence broken only by the sound of their labored breathing. She was a quivering, cum-covered mess, her body still humming with the echoes of what had just transpired, her mind barely able to process the sheer magnitude of it all.

Slowly, as the storm began to subside, his cock shrank, the pressure easing until she could finally collapse on top of him. The only sound was their heavy breathing, the aftermath of their passion lingering in the air.

She rolled off of him, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she settled into the pillows. He reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before his breathing evened out, the soft rumble of his snores filling the room. She smiled, her eyes drifting shut.