It's amazing how tremendous someone's presence can suddenly become when it feels like their cock is splitting you in two. The ever meek Lauren was a red blooded man as any other, after all, and feeling the divine split between pain and pleasure as he carefully and considerately pushes and pulls the head of his cock from inside of her, is just beyond exquisite. Rare, carnal form, and she feels privileged to receive it. Haughty, even. She's greedy for this side of him.

Her forehead wrinkles from the way she slants her eyebrows, her mouth held agape as she chokes out a strangled, startled exhale, sweat beading on her flesh. The second time he pushes in makes stars bloom behind her closed eyelids just as much as the first, her ears and cheeks burning pink.

"Oh, stars," she sighs out coarsely. A hand reaches backwards abruptly, clutching at the side of him, somewhere between his hip and his thigh. Her nails dent his skin a gentle bite. Her clit feels impossibly stiff, standing at stubborn attention despite its size. Even though it's hardly any of him, it feels like so much, but she knows it's only a hint of how full she'll feel with the most of him inside of her. "A little deeper, Lauren... Please, lord, just a bit more."