He found her experience of her first when the little kiss became a hanging maw. How vulgar her lips became when he slid into something he'd always thought was his. Her inner celebrated his arrival with a tight, vice-like hug, and he took it. Not enough that she was untried by herself, small, but she was also clenching reflexively. A little, telling laugh into her breathing mouth, a clue as to who he really was, but did she have the presence of mind to recognize the malice, or would it simply appeal to her deer insides, falling for a predator?<br/><br/>Keida reveled in her most guarded secret, the honey on her folds letting him move. It hurts. Yes it does, little girl. He nuzzled her temple and stroked her hair to comfort her, to sell the illusion of a friend, even though he didn't stop moving. He did, however, make sure he didn't take too much from her. What was the point of teaching her all this if he wasn't going to enjoy it later, too? Far in, with patience, and then slowly out. "You're doing great." he whispered. "Just relax and you'll be feeling really good." he promised.<br/><br/>It was difficult to stay grounded when she'd let him sneak into to the heaven every girl harbors. "We're helping each other." And they were, though she was helping him get everything he wanted, and he was helping her rid of all her purity. Keida moved a little faster when he thought she could take it. He couldn't help but hold her shoulders a little back, so his head could drop and his eyes had full view of her choking sex, fed with his. Ah, how lewd, her recently virgin gash bent on either side to take him. So innocent, yet so claimed.<br/><br/>"Is it starting to feel better?" he asked as he lifted her own hand toward her mouth. It was the hand she'd held him with. "Bite your finger if you need it, it helps." he encouraged, eager for any picture she'd show him. He had to hold back so much now, his pace, his grin, the little insults he wanted to whisper in her ear. It would make her taste all the better for his ravenous limb, but then even his trusting childhood friend would see through the ruse. "Thank you for kissing me." he said as his hips stirred her insides. It was a discrete way to remind her she'd given him that too, and she'd not really had to.<br/><br/>Keida held on to her thighs to keep them around him as he leaned back, carrying her off the counter finally, and simply bouncing her on himself, still slower than he wanted, but this gave him deeper access to her. He was finding a plethora of virginities to take from her. He groaned in her ear. "You're so tight, Haley. that's a good thing. Boys like that." Like they were still playing at their teaching game, and her value was the quality of her cunt. She'd even called his name to break that mirage. He wanted to see if he could make her say it again, without asking. Soon he put her spine down on the clothes they'd taken from her, and thrust into her like the floor was a bed.<br/><br/>"You're taking it better now, Haley. Such a good girl." he said, a familiar pleasure building in him, which made his motions more animal.