His hands each fell to her hips, clutching at her hips to pull them ever so slightly down, and toward him. His excitement hung in the air and - thanks to the guidance of his hands - she was soon enough resting her sex against the bulbous head of his own. His thumbs kneaded at her hips and she could -feel- his eyes burning into the spectacle of flesh meeting flesh. He let out a grumbled 'aww yes' of approval, before everything was a burst of slight pain and sudden pleasure, and his mighty meat was surging forward to fill her tight little tunnel.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>