He was entertained by how she moved at any opportunity to get free, even though the brutality of it was taking strength from her. She'd like to think it was simply because of the violation, but Emily had moaned in a similar manner, too. Her body wasn't lending her all its strength because it was grateful for the attention. The sounds that saturated the air were proof of that - between the claps there was a tell-tale squishing from the moist his cock elicited from her welcoming tunnel.<br/><br/>Her little bravado from her parched, newly freed tongue only inspired him more. First she asked for forgiveness, and it sounded perfect. And then she was furious, trying far too late to mobilize an uproar within her. It only made her tighter, and offered him an easier and more enjoyable situation. He had of course thrust faster into her to reward her gusto. There was no escape in either of her approaches, and his cock reveled in her attempts. All she did was service him better. He hadn't missed that she quite liked when her asscheek was harshly treated.<br/><br/>Culler was quite happy, hearing her sounds and then punishing her worse. It was a reward to see her falling forward, and then neither of them stood a chance. He painted her inside and then dislodged to watch his handiwork, her gaping gash cementing the fact that he'd enjoyed himself thoroughly, but that she'd not hated it completely, either. He was quite proud of that. Her body knew what she refused to see. It was probably that kind of conflict that had ruined Emily.<br/><br/>His cock stayed filled when she fell in her attempt to get away, still shaken and bereft of power from the unforgivable game she'd been subjected to. He'd actually let her have some hope, that somehow she could crawl her way out of here with her useless legs hanging after her, jeans around her ankles. Eventually, when that might be a real risk, he did bring her closer. How prettily she kneeled. He let her fight him for a bit, her hands on his, and then shook he head violently before keeping it where it was, so he could rest his cock on her face.<br/><br/>"You can go. I don't really want you here." he said and then rapped his other hand on her free cheek to shock her into being still. "But you made a mess on my cock with all your juices." So she wouldn't forget what had transpired, and how easy her cunt had made it for him. "Use your tongue and your mouth." he ordered and looked down with dark eyes. "Or I'll tell Emily you came to me, and that your pussy was basically begging for my cock." he chuckled cruelly and started to let go of her hair.<br/><br/>"Would you like that, Talia? How would your sister feel if I simply contacted her again, or if she knew you came to me, and liked what I did." he shook his head in the most insincere display of sympathy. "I mean. I have to tell the truth if you don't convince me otherwise." His grip on her strands loosened completely after that. It wasn't that much of a risk, since she wouldn't get far on her powerless legs, and he could easily catch her if she thought she could. But he wanted to see if he convinced her to clean him on her own.