[Your stuttered words match the cadence of his breath, and the way it tapers out into moans of pleasure. There is, of course, the slightest edge of discomfort, a mere shadow over the younger man's face, but he's already adjusting as much as he can to keep himself from trembling apart all around you.
No, he wasn't exactly prepared for how large you are. What does it matter now, though? He wants you so fucking much. Maybe that'll become obvious in how his grip around you tightens, and how he actually hooks a leg around your torso.]
It's... it's okay. [Because it's going to get better from here on, isn't it?] Just go slow first.
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No, he wasn't exactly prepared for how large you are. What does it matter now, though? He wants you so fucking much. Maybe that'll become obvious in how his grip around you tightens, and how he actually hooks a leg around your torso.]
It's... it's okay. [Because it's going to get better from here on, isn't it?] Just go slow first.