Quentin's thrusts into her met her hard pushes back and the collision threw her forward. She was no match for his superior strength but as her agile fingers slid over her nethers, dipping in sporadically, she never ceased throwing her hips back. The former noble barely blinked as she watched the lusting creature that was her reflection grinding back while frantically playing with herself. Each thrust drew an unintelligible, gurgling cry from her widely opened mouth and she started to tense. She knew that she was close and her cries got more urgent as she tried to ask his permission even now. It did not matter though; she could not stop the pleasure if she wanted to.<br/><br/>The more she tensed the harder he thrust to keep the pace. Her battered backside throbbed inside and out but she knew that it would be a lie to say that she did not want so much more. The grip he had on her tightened to the point where it hurt enough to draw her attention away from the pleasure and she knew what was coming. His yell startled Zoey and her whole body tensed as he drove forward into her as much as she could bear. The heavy throb of his first spurt into her finally sent her over the edge to join him in another writhing, sweaty orgasm. Her body thrashed in his grip as he poured another impressive load into her. Her jaw flexed against the ring in her mouth and she groaned out as more and more and still more cum filled her until she thought that she could not take another drop.<br/><br/>Her one hand still rubbing between her thighs but the motions had become slow and shaky. The other hand rubbed her stomach, basking in the warm feeling on his seed filling her. She took a shuddering breath, trying to steady herself. It was not to be though and a shocked squeal escaped her when she was suddenly jerked back. She landed gracelessly on his chest. Her body arched slightly, thrusting out her breasts and making his seed slosh enough that she could feel it. They were both sweaty and she was a mess but his strength and his warmth relaxed her. She moaned contently when the gag was at last removed from her mouth. She worked her jaw to loosen muscles kept taught too long and then she simply lay there on top of him, panting slowly. Once in a whole, just to be a little bit of a tease, she would flex the bruised ring of muscle and squeeze the cock still buried in her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>