<i>Damage done</i>, some small part of her pointed out, not unreasonably -- and while his each balls-deep thrust was a fresh torment, the worst of the pain began to recede somewhat, whether through her body adjusting to it or her Program training suppressing it or some combination of both. Still face-down and ass-up, she steadied as he settled into his rhythm, her hands straying automatically to her asscheeks and spreading them apart for him, perhaps in an effort to bring him off quicker. When she finally flipped her hair over her shoulder and dared to turn a tear-stained look back at him, the dazedness had disappeared from her expression, replaced by exhaustion and the fading bliss of her orgasm.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Do you like that?"</span>she cooed back at him, willing to put on an act if it'd get him to finish quicker.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Fucking my virgin asshole with that big cock? Are you going to fill my ass up with your cum?"</span>But she shivered again as the words fell from her lips, an knot of arousal coiling uneasily in her belly.<i>I am </i>not<i>enjoying this</i>, she insisted to herself.<i>I am </i>not.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>