He rolled over, making a bit of a job of it by virtue of his tipsy state coupled with plain lethargy. A little squirming, rolling and pushing later though and he was on his knees, position between her thighs. One hand rested on the smooth inside flesh of one of her legs, the other was briefly free to massage at his cock as though it needed more attention. Looking up from where she was sprawled on her back she could see him, rubbing himself between her legs and inches away from her exposed pussy. At least he was tall and handsome from down there, even if he *was* preparing to rape her.<br/><br/>"Virgin, hmm?" He grinned, hand moving from his cock to rub her netherlips. There was no particular pattern or rhythm to his rubs; he just ground the flat of his fingers needily against her entrance to test every little speck of sensitivity she had. It excited him to feel the tremors in her body, contrasting the sorrow in her eyes. "Not for too much longer, Slave... Not much longer at all..."<br/><br/>It was with that that he began easing his hips forward, hand working to align his bulbous cock - a thing that suddenly seemed all the larger for wanting to squeeze into her - against her entrance. It was with a little extra force from his hips that the head of his meat pressed into her, stretching her tight, muscular entrance open and forcing her to submit to the continued drive into her. From there it was a matter of him pinning each of her legs wide apart - as wide as he could drag them, and more than was necessary - so that he could push deeper, and deeper, testing how far her body would let itself be invaded. There was a constant tension around his manhood... A pressure that made him groan out his delight with every extra centimeter swallowed by her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>