Mila's eyes widened, her tail went stiff against the parachute bed with her claws sinking into his back. Had he not been pressing his lips so firmly against hers, they likely both would have surely yelped from the pain. She then felt that hand come off her shoulder and situate itself under her tailbone as he lowered himself again. This time to press his chest against hers and move his head into the crook of her neck. With this closeness, she could pull her claws from his flesh and hug onto him instead as she shed a tear from the pain of a torn hymen.
She was thankful that he didn't begin to reap his own pleasure right away, instead holding with just a bit more than half his manhood inside her. But she knew this wouldn't be enough. Not nearly. Using one clawed hand she took hold of his fir
