Amandine's moans were mere whimpers at his strokes, every time sighing as he reached the hilt of her. Her chest heaved with every thrust he made and she tilted back her head at the sensation; she had only ever been with one man, but this one - she could already tell he was of a higher standard. Perhaps it was the lead up, the whole scene playing out, but he seemed to fit her perfectly and she leant her hips forward for more.