The way her insides clung to him when he moved back, and how they turned when he moved her around to see her face - it told him she had talent for this kind of activity. While in the beginning she might have been tortuously tight, she was relaxed now. All the reflexively taut muscles trying to bite his cock off inside her were only firmly holding him now. It made stirring her easier, and it was a clear clue that she was open to be trained. She didn't even claw or crawl away when he handled her.<br/><br/>He laughed when she tried to cover herself. It made for great footage. Her distress was real, but so was the delay in her motions that couldn't be explained only by fatigue or the aftermath of abuse. Both of these things made him want to continue. She could have become violent, he wasn't holding harder than anyone could break free of, but instead she gave herself a finger mask, which only added to her visual appeal. Her body knew it belonged to him now, even if she tried not to see it herself.<br/><br/>He waved at her when she looked through her digits, like she was some shy girlfriend, playing hard to get. She couldn't see it herself, he was sure her naivety came from a lack of experiences in relationships, but everything she did was classical signs that she wanted this to continue, or would permit it to go on if he wanted to. The sheen of sweat and her weak resistance would have been enough if he didn't have the proof of her salivating cunt right there in front of him, over the hole he'd claimed.<br/><br/>Her wiggling had him gasp. She wasn't gaining much distance away from him but it did stimulate his length inside her already used hole. "Take it easy." he teased. "You're gonna get me off too soon." Like she'd meant to pleasure him with her slight movements. Culler let her move about for a bit, and then coughed on his amusement when she tried to smack his chest. His free hand caugh her wrist, and turned it for the camera.<br/><br/>"Oh, What do we have here?" he asked the imaginary audience. "She just gave us a handle." he said before she said her last bit. "What? I didn't hear you. Did you just tell me 'it's your asshole, fuck it'?" Convenient, but he hadn't been playing fair for years. "Like this?" he asked and pushed into her, from an angle he'd discovered her body reacted to. He sighed with the pelasure of it, but was getting used to it now, especially after having released into her once already. He held her wirst tighter, so she couldn't get away. If she wanted to offer more resistance, she'd have to relent her mask.<br/><br/>It gave him perfect leverage. He moved his hips far back, bulging her little ring muscle outward when it stuck on the head of his member before surging deeper into her again. Long motions, so her inner could savor the feeling of him. He moved his phone to her glistening cunt and then filmed her masked face again. "own up to it, Talia. You're fucking into this." he said as he pushed a little faster, when her ass was getting used to it, and liking it even. There were myriad nerveendings there, he'd learned, and if they relaxed, which she did, pleasure was a certainty. Especially for someone like Talia.<br/><br/>He could see and hear on her breathing that she was taking to this, and continued to feed her butthole pleasure. "Just think. I could fuck you in her ass every day if I wanted to. Doesn't that make you happy? You're being paid for this, so that basically makes you my whore anyway. Just run with it."