She was told by friends when she was younger that the first time was extremely painful, but this didn't hurt her at all. Her body was small and inside she was hot and very tight. She moaned and gripped his sounders lightly, and the feel of his hands on her made her even more fevered. She lifted her hips a little more, only allowing herself to tense up more, and increasing her pleasure.<br/><br/>Then she pulled her leg higher, panting heavier, she looked up at him with shimmering eyes. There was no way this girl beneath him was more than that, but now, she was more than a girl...She had allowed herself to become a woman...his woman. Her mind raced with thoughts of what was transpiring. Was this man she'd barely met to be a true romance, or was it meant that he would be just a lust filled night of pleasure? But she didn't care. She wanted more...She didn't want him to stop.<br/><br/>Something had driven her this far, so who was she to take back the reigns?  If this were to have not been meant, she would have died a long with her village.  She continued to enjoy herself, moaning and panting loudly, learning what her body was capable of and how to use it. She arched her body suddenly as a wave of heat and passion surged through her and she cried out his name, it echoing loudly with pleasure. It came from the deepest part of her inner belly...right where he was at that very moment...deep inside her core.  Her inner self squeezed at him and she clung to him tighter than a vice and she quivered in ecstasy. She wasn't sure what it was but she wanted to have more...