The moan against the lips of her feels super nice. When he begins to breach her opening, she tenses, sucking in her lower lip and biting it. Earlier, her first instinct was to push against him and pull his hands away; her mindset had made it more physically uncomfortable than it truly was. But now she's gratuitously soaking, and all of her inner walls are swollen and greedy.

She does jolt a little with a surprisingly effeminate little gasp when he slips his finger the rest of the way in her cunt, but steels herself, huffing through her nostrils as she curls her bony fingers, deliberately rearranging her mindset. She focuses on the feeling, and begins to relax. A hand reaches downwards, encouraging Lauren with a fond stroke across his jaw.

"That feels good," she informs him breathily, for no other reason than to assuage any possible anxieties he might have about it. Her voice is trembling. "It feels so good. It would feel better with your mouth sucking me... The... The stiff bit, right above the slit."

All she can do is ask for more; her need for more is becoming more and more urgent.