I don't know, maybe a bit of both. [good and bad... Marina's clearly not turned off by the size. Exactly the opposite, but she's new to this just like he is,] Just means you should be extra careful! I haven't done this with someone, yet.

[...]

I trust you, Pinocchio. I'd like to feel you inside, [a sweet bit of affirmation before she leans around him and pops open her bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lubricant. Has she at least been experimenting on her own some since arriving? A girl won't say.

The bottle is partially used, though. Environmental storytelling.]

You want to sit back against my pillows? Because I want to crawl over your lap for it.