Her cries grew louder, the deeper he pressed; she'd never felt anything like it before, and the mix of pleasure and pain was exquisite. She remained mostly still, aside from squirming occasionally, not wanting to hurt herself by pushing it too deep, too fast. Her cries lost the edge of pain, though, as he started to withdraw, to fuck her, becoming moans of delight. "D-don't... don't stop..." she panted out, her hands, cautiously, moving to his face, to wrap her fingers into his hair, give her something solid to hold on to.