You sense a bit of nervous resistance a quarter of the way in so you stop and pull out a bit until you’re back at her entrance. You struggle to gain your composure as both of you twitch madly against each other—heavy breathing fills your ears. A sharp line of lubrication part way down your shaft shows you how far into her you got. The fluid she excreted—the same fluid that was messily smeared across your tip—seemed to be a biological version of Viagra. Your shaft felt so much harder and bigger than you ever remember it being during your alone time. Your glans was slick and nearly purple with blood flow, and you realized your flares were lasting much longer than before. Her winking nub teases the underside of your head as you hold position and massage her cheeks, comforting her as best you can, “Shhh…Shhh…it’s okay…I’m not going to hurt you…” You repeat in a soothing tone.