"Fuck," she gasps, not quite capable of finding anything more eloquent or more indicative of what she wants when he pushes in, one easy motion after all he'd done to get her ready. Scrabbling at the bed with her free hand so that she can arch into him properly, she keeps the other hand secure in his hair. While she'd have to admit that she'd have not been sure of such a pretty young lad being able to handle her just right, she's terribly pleased to find out that it's not so and that he fucks her like he means it, like she's needing after the build up downstairs, in the hall, right here.

"You feel good too," she gasps, hooking a knee around him to get him closer, deeper. "That's-- oh--" His cock hits her just right and she briefly abandons speech to attack his mouth, a vague but pressing thought of how much she likes the shape of his mouth and how much she'd like to see it a bit swollen from hers. She rises up to meet him, fingers tightening again in his hair and pulling his head back a little so she can suck at his throat.