Her body was awash in unseen flames and Haley leaned her forehead against Keida's taut chest as his expert finger continued to unravel her from the inside. She was breathing heavily against him now, her trembling fingers wrapped tightly around his length as his onslaught raged on. Unused walls continued to clamp down on the lone finger but the wetness he'd caused helped the digit find a comfortable in-and-out rhythm.<br/><br/>Haley shuddered, and then suddenly, he was lifting her back onto the counter. The marble was cold against her bare skin. Keida's hands however, they were fire against her thighs and she felt so helplessly exposed with her legs apart and  her virgin heat (slick with need) up on display for him to see. "D-Don,t look," she had the audacity to gasp after all they'd already been through. "Keida, don't look." She was wet for him and she knew, even innocent Haley knew where this was going. His hips slid into place between her splayed thighs and she shuddered when she felt his rigid eagerness prod against her needy opening.<br/><br/><i>Should we help each other, Haley?</i><br/><br/>Her mind was in shambles. Common sense told her no, but her body said otherwise, reacting just like any other woman's to Keida's expert ministrations. She knew her body better than she did, and the friction between his member and her unused opening was unraveling her at the very seams. "I... It's not, Keida, I- I don't know, it's not right." She said the words so very unconvincingly, and when he started to roll his hips, she fought back a breathy gasp.<br/><br/>Haley might have been a pure maiden, but her body remained true to its instincts and longed to be touched and held. Keida continued his sweet torment, his hips continued to roll against hers and his eager member continuing to prod against her folds. With each passing second Haley's walls came tumbling down, and before she could stop herself, her own hips bucked against his to receive more of the friction he was causing.<br/><br/>She felt like a horrible traitor but his name slipped past her lips all the same; "Keida," she'd whispered almost sweetly. "Keida."