Tarrok just moved to her request, as smoothly as any action he'd taken since they began. He lifted her up gingerly with one arm, letting its position remind her soft groin that it hadn't been forgotten. He hurried off his pants, slipping them down and off as quick as he could. By the end, he ended up giving them a kick away. Where they ended up, neither of them gave a damn right now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"Their we go."</span>He sighed in relief. Letting her down, he had a brief moment to compare his size to hers. This was going to work, but he would have to be gentle with her. He still didn't know for sure how they would handle this.<br/><br/>Aligning himself with her opening, he pushed the head of his cock against her tightness. For a moment, it prodded against the lip of her stubbornly, unable to find purchase. Then he gave a roll of his hips, sinking just that end of himself inside. Tarrok moaned with the sensation, the heat and how alive she felt. For a moment, it felt like the air might just all leave his lungs.<br/><br/>Then he checked to make sure Aiko was alright. Her comfort came first, above all the rest. Only then would he begin gyrating his hips, working to continue deeper in.