Depends: How urgently do you need it?

In perfect time with the soundtrack to your total rejection of caution and inhibition, a voice husky with lust half-whispers in your ear:

"I wanna fuck you like an animal."

That's it. You break, moaning and nodding in agreement. His hand pushes your thong out of the way, briefly leaving your skin to move around behind you. It would be a disappointment if not for the fact that, soon after, you feel something hot and firm hitting between your ass cheeks. Another moan escapes your lips as every cell in your body seems to tremble in anticipation.

All concerns you may once have had regarding what you've heard about the experience of loosing your virginity are long lost from your hazy brain, replaced with music and lust. After stretching your lips with his fingers slightly, he zeros in on his target, plunging inside without hesitation. Your cry of delight, relief, and pain is swallowed by the sheer volume of the music, your arms tightening as your back arches.

If he notices anything, he doesn't show it, immediately doing what he told you he wanted. The pounding, grinding beat of the song sets the tempo. Even as the lyrics move on, your mind recycles the first verse, following its instruction:

You let him violate you.

You let him desecrate you.

You let him penetrate you.

You let him complicate you-- though, you don't fully comprehend how.

Every thrust drives more of your mind out of your brain, steals more of your conscious thought and replaces it with pure ecstasy. The pain fades quickly as your senses are overwhelmed. Both of his hands sheath themselves in your top, molesting your tits almost violently. A constant strain of moans and cries leaks from you unconsciously, the idea of someone seeing your "dance" completely forgotten. Your hips continue to move with the song as if your dancing had never been interrupted by a cock entering your pussy.

His mouth stays busy. Between nibbling your ear, giving a few tiny, sporadic licks, and biting and sucking on your neck, he ensures that the only part of your body not directly experiencing some sort of sexual stimulus is your lower legs. If he could have been doing something down there, your mind would have immediately broken with the sensation overload.

Even after the song changes, he keeps up his **** on your senses, pace subconsciously changing to fit the new beat. You feel something coming, and you can guess just what that "something" is. His pace loses tempo, his thrusts becoming almost violent, almost like he's trying to rip through your entire body with his cock. A brief thought flashes through what is left functioning of your mind, and you wonder if you'll be able to get off before he's done with you.