Thump. Thump. Thump. Despite the speed and the force, Galos was keeping a steady rhythm as he impaled repeatedly. Her cervix was surely already bruising from the power that he was shoving the monstrous member in with. Based on the sounds she was making, he doubted she would mind it. At least, she wouldn't mind it while it was still happening. The only concern either of them should have was the desk. With how it was moving, Galos wondered if it could be heard, scrapping across the floor in a rhythmic fashion. He did not care if they guessed what was happening. He wouldn't see any of them again. Except for perhaps the waitress. In fact, Galos chose to make sure the rhythm was heard. The speed and power of his thrusts picked up even more, pushing the desk a little bit further compared to before. The only thing keeping him from sliding out and thrusting into air -or worse- was his length and the fact that the desk hadn't moved that much yet.  The only thing he cared about was the screams. Too many of those and people may get the wrong idea.<br/><br/>And Galos was in complete control of the situation. With his bloodlust sated, a different kind formed. The kind more interested in conditioning and pain. She was entirely too loud for the place they were in. And though, if they were anywhere else, Galos would be forcing more of those beautiful sounds out of her throat and through the panties, he needed to make sure that the fatass in the kitchen did not come marching up to check on her. The hand on her hip shot forward and wrapped around one side of her throat, partially blocking her windpipe from gaining air. But that still did not seem to be enough to silence Karie to the point the panties absorbed all of the sound. Galos scowled behind her, and his hand left her hair, wrapping around the other side of her throat. Both hands tightened in unison around her throat. Years of practice told him at just what point would be best to snap a person's neck or to keep them just a few points of pressure away from being unable to breath. Karie was subjected to the latter, as her windpipe was being crushed under his grip.<br/><br/>Karie would be left at the edge of consciousness, causing every little feeling ignite into an inferno. Even the blood ingested seemed to have a second wind due to the lack of oxygen, the last remnants inside of her burning slower because of the restricted airflow. She was mostly a puddle in his hands. Anymore and she would be troublesome to work with moving forward. Thus, Galos's seemingly eternal thrusts finally ended and the grip on her throat was completely removed. Galos slowly removed his cock from her snatch, grabbing the chair and bringing it behind him. His free hand grabbed Karie's hair and drug her down as he sat. Galos reached forward and pulled the panties out of her mouth before using the same hand to frame her jaw and force her mouth open. Soon after this, her head was led to his cock, giving him ample access to slide the monster in. With that, he waited for her to come to her senses and take the hint.