She's just a girl, but she's not innocent. She knows what she wants, what she needs. The room is filled with the sounds of their labored breaths, the wet, lewd noises of their bodies colliding. He's crude, explicit in his desires, his words filthy as he tells her what he wants to do to her. She's eager, her body responding to his touch, his words. She's a messy, wet, quivering mess as he fucks her, her moans echoing in the room. She's not a girl anymore, she's a woman, her body marked by the intense, explicit encounter, her mind filled with the graphic, lewd memories.