Zoey was fortunate in that he landed the switch against her pale skin as something of an afterthought, so each time it caught her skin it was neither as cruelly aimed nor empowered as he was capable of. It stung in sharp lines, but it was comparitively calm of the man; little more than a sight for his eyes that matched the actions of his hips.<br/><br/>Much more of his attention was on the conjuction of their hips, and on getting his own to thunder back and forth against her. That excitement she'd felt poking her stomach a short while earlier was now being left to run rampant, at the expense of her cunt. There was a constant, heavy pressure between their sexes as a result of the constant bucking of his hips, which only stopped driving forward when the side of her splayed legs provided a physical barrier for his hips, making him instead draw back at a similarly vicious pace.<br/><br/>He kept a hold of one of her legs, dragging it up against his body and gripping it against the front of his shoulder so that it was secured out of the way, and so that - combined with her pushing her second leg out wide - he had plenty of space to pound against her. A few more switches landed, but nonetheless he was soon panting and forgetting to do even that as his own excitement grew keener and keener.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>