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By the prompting of Kalika's rolling shoulders, Whip drew his body off of her back. In doing so, he also tried to withdraw from her, but he found himself stuck inside. Swollen. This wasn't something he had accounted for. Had he done something wrong. Had he broken her? Had he broken himself? He pulled lightly, but nothing gave. Their hips remained tied together, but Whip was eventually able to turn himself around. "I, uh --" he began to mutter. "I'm stuck." He did not pull again, lest he hurt himself or Kalika.

"Was this not what you wanted?" asked Whip, feeling self-conscious about his preformance. It was only his first time -- but he already felt guilty. "Can you -- can you teach me how to do it right?" he then asked, hoping to rectify the issue.