Though Cecilia wanted to give Hannah something to hold on to, for the moment she had to stick to pressing down on top of her wide, slowly grinding shaft. Her legs were spread, knees resting on either side of Hannah's thighs, her skirt spread around her in a sort of cluttered flower-petal, clinging to the root of her hard, warm cock. She wanted to lean up, to press her lips against Hannah's reassuringly, to make sure she knew it would be okay, but she couldn't. Not in her current position, so she satisfied herself with using her hand and body to keep the girl "safely" pinned beneath her, as she finally began to push forward, the sides of her bared, huge cockhead slowly and messily grinding against Hannah's inner thighs. There barely seemed to be room for Cecilia between her prey's legs, yet she continued on, applying pressure as she slowly started to sink in, or, at least, trying to, little by little. Her thighs and butt were tensing considerably as she tried to keep a slow and steady, but still advancing pace.<br/><br/>Her breaths came, for the moment, heavily through her nose, looking from between Hannah's legs to her face, pressing her tongue out between her lips, an intense, wanting expression coming over her as she continued to slowly but inevitably press forward, inside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>