She was letting her body be truthful. She wasn't screaming or begging anymore, she wasn't even giving anything that could constitute as a fight. Talia was made for this kind of thing, even if she didn't know it, and wouldn't admit it. He felt her body try to protect itself, or be won over by what he knew she felt. She was making it easy for him, and he loved that she had the genetic of a whore. Emily hadn't been so adaptable, but now he suspected the broken older sister might be teachable, too, if she had a grain of her little sister's talents.<br/><br/>And while he was in control, his release into her had been livid. She was turning out to be such a treat. How lovely she looked, exhausted and breathing as though she expected more, despite her usual protest. No she said, but her body was still rosy and covered in moist, like her cunt. "Uh-hu." he replied, skeptic. He stroked her ass with a finger and rolled his hips, flesh still hard inside her forbidden hole. "So you don't want more?" he pressed as he stirred the dirty cum inside her. She zooned out, which was a  good indication he was getting to her. He laughed darkly when his clap brought her ring of muscle tighter around his still thick member.<br/><br/>He decided for her, and took hold of her hips again. He was going to make her appreciate what he was doing for her. Keeping her on him and moving back, her legs would spill off the edge of the table, dangling before he turned her around to lay on her back, all the while still skewered on him. He wanted to see her face next. All her confused reactions was helping him keep blood in the weapon he'd buried inside her dark virginity. He parted her legs along her sides, and bent her knee as he looked down at the adorable girl with her hair wild, and her face telling of her conflict. Lust was winning inside her, and he was about to stack the odds further.<br/><br/>"You can move away any time." he said, which she hadn't even when he'd finished and she had her best chance. He set his phone on record and held it over her. His assistant, in her work wear, with a cock up her ass, and with that inexcusable expression when she should be professional. His hips started a slow motion again, but he didn't need to be careful when she'd taken it so well this time. The sheen on her cunt was clear on the image of the video, too. She wouldn't fool anyone. "But you're not going to, are you?" he pressed, exploring her now soaked insides.<br/><br/>He was pushing into her again, his sore member awakened by her inherent pliability and gravitation toward this kind of abuse. His free had ignored her pussy this time, so she would have no other choice than to face her body's inclinations toward being taken in its last hole. He looked down at her over his cheekbones as he filmed, superior expression, watching as his new plaything was becoming molded after his cock. "What happened to walking away, Talia?" he asked, jabbing her hard once before going back to his original, self-serving pace, that she seemed to like enough herself. "You just wanna stay here and be fucked up the ass all day? Because we could do that if you want."