It seemed Talia appreciated his touches while her mouth did its work on his cock. He finally felt some enthusiasm and initiative, since she was invested in his pleasure, and the result of it, so she could stop doing this. The suction increased when he exposed her face, and both males liked that. Talia was an attractive woman, and her distress and sexual compliance would be currency for any hotblooded male. It was obvious the driver was envious of Culler's position. Either of them thought it was looking like her obedience was turning into enjoyment when she took the shaft deeper, cockhead mingling with her throat, even if it was by Culler's steering.<br/><br/>Her hope for a break was squandered when the first stop was revealed to be for the driver's benefit. His job was stressful, and he deserved a distraction from it. Few things are more distracting than a lovely mouth on a vulgar shaft. They both saw her hesitation, but Culler of course wouldn't let her stop. It was in the delightful show of her continued servitude on the massive flesh rod that made the driver burst. He had no trouble doing what Culler wanted after that, just like Talia had to. Culler was invested in his and hers relationship a lot because she was so easy to bully, a little mention of her sister, and she was ready to do whatever objectionable deed he wanted from her.<br/><br/>The man watching her got a good last image of her wiping the wealth of saliva from her face before they parted ways. Culler was eager to see her apartment, and drew in lungfuls of the scent of her home once he was inside. It wasn't much, not compared to where he lived, but he'd say the space was a veritable castle compared to what a starter home should look like when a girl first moved out on her own. "You did good for yourself." he said, throwing his jacket on the floor just inside the door, cock out and still rigid as he looked around. "I'm guessing the rent's steep?"<br/><br/>It was  a bit odd to be making small talk, but he was a bit buzzed and he didn't really care about social convention, especially not with her. The good thing about Talia was that she was always available for almost any mood he had. She didn't have a say. She'd given him all the power, as proven by how today went. He gestured to her as he took another swig from the bottle in his other hand. "Off with your clothes." he said as he took a walk around. He might look rather menacing with his weapon still swaying, sticking out, sore, from his hips, ready to be used.<br/><br/>Before she'd had the chance to comply, he grabbed her by the arm and shoved her, sure to have her topple over a stray box to land on the floor. The lack of consideration in his eyes would register as reckless and dangerous to her, if she cared to look, and he put his boot to her stomach as he jerked his cock above her, looking down like she was just a toy. Culler poured the vodka down on her face, simply enjoying her helplessness from his higher vantage point.<br/><br/>"Why are you still wearing your clothes, Natalia?" he pressed after he'd spent half of what was left in the glass vial on trying to drown her. He chuckled dismissively and then nodded at her, expecting her to get her now wet clothes off, even from her new disadvantage. It would seem an inebriated Culler was more volatile.