Third Person's POV
Instinctively, her snow-white arms flew up and crossed tightly behind his neck, clinging to him for support as she balanced herself precariously on her one standing leg.
As they settled in this new position, many thoughts were going through Ethan's head, including the fact that for the past ten minutes, he had been meticulously preparing her for the eventual moment when he would fuck her.
The process of the rigorous, grinding contact of his hard cock continuously against the most sensitive and secret part of her body had been a deliberate prelude, and keeping her in the dark, he had been preparing her virgin pussy for its eventual deflowering, and now, he was sure she was ready.
Both her mind was pliant with desire, and her slightly hairy pussy was slick with their mixed fluids, her own arousal mingling with the precum that had seeped from him, creating a glistening, hot wetness that soaked her golden curls and the swollen pink lips of her slit.
