Good... she had potential to be a wonderful slave, pet, plaything, or whatever else he chose for her. Certainly her body was flawless and her grace could turn her into an alluring temptress of a girl... which had uses beyond Quentins satisfaction, too. To bring competitors in line, for example... or even as a spy. He made a small note to consider it later, buy for now he had more pressing concerns, like burying himself in something wet, warm and soft.<br/><br/>His hand clapped against her arse, not as hard as when he was punishing her but enough to make it sting and burn. His hand remained in her rump, too, to still it from its supposedly-enticing swaying. The same hand stretched it's fingers toward his prick, pressing and guiding it til it was aligned with her pink cunt.<br/><br/>And then it fell to his hips to push forward, stretching her excited cunt wide and instantly pressing against her insides heavily enough that there was friction and warmth against every inch of both of them. Her juicy cunt ensured he could slip forward quickly, too, and within moments every inch of his large tool was trying to cram itself into her.<br/><br/>When his hips began to settle into a smooth swooping motion that saw him dragging back and forth against her pleasingly, he released her hips and instead reached up for her shoulders, dragging them back to arch her spinr, as well as to give himself the glorious leverage he needed to rutt against her, powerfully. One hand went further, reaching around for her throat til he was clutching it, choking her lightly but with the all important power to do more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>