Dirty Rice

𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆?

He nods, trusting in her words. She had loosen a bit after all and she is clearly moaning more freely. Less burden. And that means his hands can take a break from working on her, taking firm grasp of her hips once more. Shifting position to a proper mount, Stego +

"I'm glad you think so..." The pace ups gradually, Stego never straying too far into his own lust. Even with Rice feeling good, that nagging concern never left the back of his mind. But it didn't mean he was lacking in pleasuring her. Those hands essentially +

Every flinch did Stego kiss Rice to comfort, giving a short breather before the next stroke. Each grunt and moan he made going straight into her large ears. One of his hands shift, going teasing Rice's clit, fingers rubbing it rapidly. "Nnn... you feel so good Rice...!"

"Then..." Once he feels her sufficiently loosened, he starts to move a little faster. One hand firm on her hip while the other on her shoulder. Grunts of efforts follow each motion, the tightness of Rice proving to make movement somewhat difficult.

"Just tell me if you need a break, okay?" And with that, he starts to move. After setting Rice down of course. Slow, shallow humps to begin with, easing Rice into this new experience. Gently, making sure that her cunt is stretched properly before he ups the pace in any way.