<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Another time, I make like to hear you beg," Cameron purred, kissing down the side of her neck.  "But not tonight."  He shifted, removing his hand from her clit.  He dipped his fingers into her briefly, drawing out some of the dampness, and slicked his cock with it.  Then, balancing himself on one arm, he eased the head of his cock into her.<br/>
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The first few inches were easy, stretched as they'd been by his fingers.  Then he found the membrane within, that last vestige of virgininty.  He lowered himself to kiss her lips, using his free hand to slip to her clit again.  "Brace yourself, darling," he warned -- and then pressed forward.<br/>
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Despite wanting desperately to thrust home hard -- to take her roughly -- he did not.  It did take a bit of force to break her hymen, but he continued forward with more of a steady pressure than a sharp shock.  He did not stop until he was fully sheathed in her, until his balls rested against her inner thighs and the entirety of his cock was buried in her cunt.  Gasping, he dropped his forehead to press against hers, his hand continuing to rub small, gentle circles on her clit.  "I will hold here," he panted.  "Until you adjust.  Merciful Gods, Gwen, you feel like molten velvet -- like nothing I have ever felt."</span></span>