The experience is quite different from Goroi, to say the least; with him, Hikari was muddled (in more ways than one) and completely overwhelmed, unable to do much more than bask in the wanton carnality of it all and try to figure out what happened in retrospect.  Hitomaru may not be taking things slow, but it's at least gradual enough that she has full<em>awareness</em>of the event.  The soft texture of his phallic skin rubbing against her silky passage, the dull throb transfered through the stretched-thin walls of her sex, the surprising warmth radiating from his member...  there's far more nuance to appreciate than she would have ever guessed, even after her previous experience.<br/><br/>Each time he draws back, the head of his cock catches on nerves buried deep inside her like a hook, making her raise her hips toward him as if 'chasing' his withdrawing tool, only to get speared back up against the dresser by it a moment later.  Every time she moans, a strange muffled sort of sound through the t-shirt she's now chewing the hell out of in her mouth, and spreads her legs a little wider.  Despite her apparent reluctance, her pussy is already practically gushing for him, filling their coupling with obscene wet squelching sounds to accompany her groans.  "Hrrmf!  Hrrmf!  Hrrrmmf!"<br/><br/>The hand squeezing her firm tit is rewarded with a frantic shake of her head--as much as she can without releasing her self-maintained gag, anyway--and a spastic arching of her back, especially when he crushes the stiffening crown between his thumb and fingertip.  The nub responds by proudly pointing back at him, thick and a good half an inch off the curve of her heavy breast, wine-red with the flush of blood to it.