Zoey barely made a noise as Quentin's powerful form pinned her to the floor, forcing her back to arch painfully. With her legs pinned to the edge of the tub and her breasts flattened to the floor she was completely immobile and could do nothing but receive her Lord's viscous pounding. Still she simply lay senseless, the only muscles that seemed to be working were the ones take an ever tighter hold of his cock. Not the he cared, he was not to be denied and the harder she squeezed the more savage he was and the harder she came. It was a cycle that that the poor girl mewling pitifully and accession ally coughing when more water splashed down over her body.<br/><br/>She was caught off guard by the feeling of his hot seed pouring into her. Normally he slowed or hilted himself before he released but this time he simply fucked his thick load into the depths of her. It felt somehow dirtier to her than normal but her shame was washed away in another orgasm that rocked her exhausted body. Her body twitched an shiver as her nerves overloaded with pleasure and her whole body pulsed. Her eyes rolled back into her head rand again he brought her back from the brink of passing out.<br/><br/>This time it was by wrenching his cock free of her still clenched womanhood. Even the feel of him simply cupping her between the legs made her shake. Between the water and the brutal fucking he had given her she was so sensitive that she almost wept at even the slight contact. She was completely unresistant when he hauled her up into his lap. Only a ragged gasps for breath and her heaving chest gave any indication she was alive. Hr arms hung limp and her head lolled slightly as she tried to come back from the soul-crushing pleasure he had forced upon her. Soft broken sobs did occasionally slip out between the harsh panting of her breath. She still felt a warm tingle at his praise and nodded weakly. It was not entirely true. Best was a term of opinion after all it had been the most intense and more hard to endure fuck she had yet. She fought the growing terror that this was not his all.<br/><br/>When he told her to drink there was no hesitation on her part. The lack of sleep plus the rigorous, nearly hour long session that she had just endured left her with no energy so she dipped her head to shamelessly slurp at lap at the puddle of hot semen in his palm. She did not stop until she had even gone so far as to lick his palm clean. Only the occasional twitch from her still recovering body move any part of her other than her mouth. She just wanted to rest her aching body and at this point she did not know if she could stand never mind wait by the door. She knew that she had no more chance of success at this than she had the night before. Still she prayed for mercy, so dazed that she did not even realize that she was hoarsely whimpering the prayer aloud.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>