The movie hits its second major sex scene

As he holds you hovering over his lap, he turns you to face the screen, your arms limply falling from his shoulders. His breath tickles your ear once more as you feel his cock tickling your slit.

"We have about forty-five minutes left," he whispers to you rubbing you back and forth against his cock head. "If you can get me off with time to get us both straightened out, I'll make sure you have the most amazing orgasm of your life before and after tonight." You shiver, dripping with sweat, tears, and love juice. Your subconscious mind alone registers another flashing message on the movie screen and you whimper again, wiggling your ass slightly. He lets out a soft laugh. "Enthusiasm; I like it." You are barely able to cover your mouth in time to muffle your cry of pain, shock, and pleasure as he lowers you onto his dick more quickly than you were prepared for. Behind you, he lets out a gasp of surprise. "Oh, man. Y-you were a virgin?" You nodded rapidly, eyes closed tightly against the tears and pain. You whimper as he looses his grip on your hips, dropping you the rest of the way down his dick. You feel so outrageously full. Nothing any of your friends ever said prepared you for the way this would feel, and they talk about sex about a third of the time.

He leaves you there for a few seconds, letting you get acquainted with his size and presence. Shakily, his hands take solid grips on your hips, preparing to begin taking his pleasure with you. You let out a sharp gasp as he slowly pulls you upwards, then another stifled cry as he drops you back down. He continues this pattern at an almost agonizingly slow pace. The sex scene before you almost seems to mimic your situation, the woman currently riding the man in much the same position as you are your mystery partner.

You are almost surprised at how quickly the pain fades to glorious pleasure and your hips start to act on their own. As soon as he is certain you are doing the work yourself, he moves his hands, taking them up to your breasts and beginning to play. Through your hands you let out muffled cries, whimpers, and whines in a near-constant stream, your mind overwhelmed with the sensations you are feeling. At one point, he breaks through his quiet grunts and moans with another whisper.

"Only twenty-five minutes until we need to be presentable."

Your eyes open and widen simultaneously. Twenty minutes had passed already? Your eyes wince once more, your breath hitching as you feel his hips beginning to thrust in time with your own, driving him deeper than before.

"You'd better hurry," he continues. "I think we'll need at least ten minutes to make you presentable; not to mention, you'll still need to clean up after yourself..."

You try to pump your hips harder, wincing as he starts manhandling your tits more roughly. The film reaches its dramatic climax before your unseeing eyes. You put forth every effort you can with your limited experience to get him off. He seems experienced enough to make your first orgasm caused by someone other than yourself truly amazing, and you feel a craving for it that you cannot fight.

"Fifteen minutes," he updates you. "You're doing well. I'm getting close." His breathing has grown ragged, his motions erratic. "Where do you want it: in your pussy? In your mouth? On your ass? On your tits? On your face, you dirty slut?"