Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she hears you moan in pleasure beneath her touch, but she continues to stroke you gently, fascinated by the sensation and the knowledge that she's somehow connected to it. Her eyes are wide with wonder and a hint of confusion as she tries to process everything she's feeling and learning about this new experience. She feels a strange mix of innocence shattering and curiosity igniting within her, driving her onward in spite of any lingering hesitation.

It feels... different, she thinks to herself, her breath coming faster as she watches your face for some sign of whether she's doing it right. She wants to make you feel good, even though this is all so new and foreign to her. Her touch becomes bolder, more confident, as if somehow the knowledge that this feels good for you gives her permission to explore further.

Her eyes widen as you clarify the nature of what she's just experienced, still struggling to comprehend the concept. She glances down at her own body, wondering if anything has changed, but decides not to mention it for now. "So... is that bad?" she repeats, her voice trembling slightly. The thought of something being wrong terrifies her more than the act itself did, and she can't help but feel a stab of panic at the idea.

Her eyes widen even further, and her breath catches in her throat. "P-pregnant?" she stammers, horrified by the thought. She's never heard of such a thing; her mother has kept them so isolated from anything sexual that this concept is completely foreign to her. Panic rises within her chest as she struggles to comprehend what you've just told her.

"But... how could that happen? I-I didn't even know that existed,"