Third Person's POV
"Eeeep! N-No…"
Her plea was a broken whisper that was laced with both fear and need.
"P-Please…" she begged, her voice trembling as much as her body, "treat i-it gently….Ethan..."
She managed to gasp out with broken words, and her breaths were hurried as she tried to stifle the moans clawing their way up her throat.
She pressed the back of her hand against her lips, but the soft and lewd sounds escaped anyway.
Ethan laughed inwardly while a dark, lustful thrill coursed through him.
Her words alone confirmed her staggering innocence as the mere act of his fingers tracing her most intimate and private part was already pushing her to the brink of what she could endure.
'Wow, she is so sensitive...' he thought as his cock twitched painfully in the air, while another dirty thought raised itself in his mind.
'If just my touch does this... what will happen when I finally fuck this tight, virgin pussy? Will she sob my name until her voice gives out?
