Quentin snatched the strap leading out of the gag and pulled as though to dislodge it, but when that failed he instead reached further and brutishly dragged at the buckle until it sprang open and the thing fell away from Zoey's head. The ball, after a little more urging, fell from her lips and freed her voice, just in time for Quentin to demand: "Cum for me, little whore! Cum hard!" Not even Quentin could quite keep his voice from rising excitedly when he was this close to his own climax.<br/><br/>His hips slowed down til they were only doing slow, deliberate thumps of his hips, each one more pointed by virtue of it being the only one for several seconds. Each still interrupted her twitching body by making it lurch, though, and most strikingly of all was that by the third press of his hips the man was lost in his orgasm. Vast quantities of his thick, gooey spunk burst free from his prick and spat into her sex, landing as deep as anything had been and in such an amount that Zoey felt like it was filling her.<br/><br/>His hips rolled to keep himself perched on top of the wave of pleasure, and each time he stuffed her it was to push another bolt of cum into her, til it leaked lewdly around their ongoing fucking.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>