He savored the image of her orgasm on his cock. She fought it so hard but her body wouldn't have it, it liked him. Turned out Talia's ass was sensitive. She gave a good display when pleasure rang through her, and the accompanying shame was beautiful, too. Her mouth was bleeding for it, and it hadn't really helped to bite her lip, because she hadn't hidden anything of her dismay. What did she think she'd accomplish? She'd cum from her ass from the man who'd ruined her family. It wasn't like a moan or two would have painted her in any better light. She took his seed just as well, obviously sensitive after her own pleasure.<br/><br/>Was that sorrow or discomfort that left her when he pulled out? "Oh, don't be so disappointed. I'll fuck you in the ass anytime you want." he promised her. He snickered at her inability to keep herself up. He'd given her a good round, after all, she was a champ for not having to crawl out on her knees. All the more clues to her backdoor talents. It is always a good view to a man when your recent partner pulls her skirt down in place and barely makes it out the door. He was sure she'd gotten his order. He supposed she didn't want a talking from her boss ontop of all that she'd done to keep her job.<br/><br/>He went back to sketching and smiled to himself every time he thought back on her expressions, and her initial face when she'd come in, thinking she'd start her first day in her new career. Inspiration came rather easy after that, and he started coloring a few things he'd dreamed up. Culler, despite his inherent darkness, was in a splendid mood even though he thought this kind of corporate work would be uninspiring and tedious. His fingers and stylus moved quickly on the screens. He hadn't realized how fast the hour passed before she came back.<br/><br/>He came out of one of the rooms and grinned. She'd served up the food and herself, again. Culler came over to her quickly, his black tanktop moving slightly in his stride toward the table that had been her sacrificial alter, where she'd lost her last virginity. He took the coke. "Thank you." He said and petted her back. He brought up some of his progress one of the small screen in front of them, and threw the tablet in her lap. He supposed she'd want to know what he'd  been doing with the energy she'd given him by being a perfect whore.<br/><br/>It was an array of her miserable, sensual faces. With his diffuse artistic take, it might be hard to see who she was on the less photorealistic styles, but on some her features were crisp and identifying. He held the can to his face and gestured toward the pieces she was flipping through. "What do you think? Given what the buyers have been wanting so far, I think it's going to sell pretty well." That much was true, at least. He was always speaking to the baser part of the human animal with his art, since those were the only things he was interested in.<br/><br/>He flicked the lid open on the box and stuffed a triangle into his mouth. "Mmhp!" he awarded and looked at the halved piece in his hand. "This is fucking delicious." he said and then scooted closer to her, opening his mouth. "here, have some." he offered, free hand still cold from the soda grabbing her face to tilt it up, and pressing fingers into her cheeks to part her now chipped lip. If she knew not to struggle, he'd roll what he'd already tasted from his tongue onto hers, and if she thought to fight, he'd squeeze her recently cleaned, innocent looking, youthful face harder between his fingers, to remind her she had very little say in the matter. He was sure her ass was sore from the activity that they'd both loved, if she needed to reminisce over what power he had over her.