Quentin soon found a way to make the position work, at least for him. His arms stretched out with his palms pressed against the mirror to support his forward leaning body. He towered over her, with much of his weight weighing down through his hips and thus forcing her to bend backward far enough to meet his prick. His cock strained according to its natural inclination to stand vertically, meaning that it pressed hard against Zoey's tongue. Between running heavily against her tongue, the pressure of her cheeks and the occasionally teased back of her throat, Quentin had formed himself a near perfect orifice to rut against with eager lunges of his hips.<br/><br/>Glorious as the sensation was, the best of it was the sights and sounds. His head hung forward with his chin to his chest so he could look down at her without having to use the mirror. Her chest was thrust necessarily forward and he could make it bounce by ramming himself down into her throat with enough force to make her body flinch further back still, a trick he abused several times. He could see the bottom side of her mouth too, hanging in a circle just larger than his prick, leaving a small gap through which agitated, foamy spittle bubbled out, spattering down her chin then spilling messily over her body. Her throat sounded lewdly wet, from both the action of his head plunging against the precum-filled back of her mouth and the gurgling sounds of her involuntary gags and whimpers.<br/><br/>With his position secured and his hips merrily thumping away with abandon, he dropped one hand from supporting himself and lowered it to clutch at her chest. He squeezed it, flickered against a nipple and smeared some of the mess that was tumbling from her mouth until there was a vague shine glistening over the twin mounds, lending them an even greater, more sordid appeal than they usually had.<br/><br/>Quentin still marvelled at the way screwing his slave - or beating her, teasing her, even doting on her - increased his need to do those things. It was an endless loop where he needed more and more, to visit greater and greater extremes. So it was now that the warmth of her mouth and the vision of her body made him need pleasures beyond what he could find by fucking her at such an angle. She felt, looked and sounded so disgustingly sexy that he needed to take her harder and faster, til cum was spilling out and then some.<br/><br/>He pulled free, but as soon as he stepped around her he was catching either side of her head. She'd been in this position before and knew before she could smell and indeed sense him in front of her what would be coming; a rough and eager crescendo to give him his first orgasm of their little play session. Sure enough he fed his cock through the loop and back to deposit its musty taste onto her tongue and sure enough once he was there, stood before her kneeling form, his hips were working into a motion far faster and more frantic than before.<br/><br/>His hands tightened around her head, holding her tight and ensuring that when his hips slammed forward hard enough to bump her nose with his stomach and her lips with the base of his crotch she could retreat only the smallest fraction of an inch to stop these things bruising her. What it didn't stop was his dick sliding into the deeper parts of her mouth, not built to accommodate anything so large, and thus providing a tight grip that it had him grunting and gasping happily. This tension against the tip of his cock sparked such waves of euphoria that he lost all sense of himself and he rammed his hips against her harder and more eagerly until, after just a few more moments, he was coming hard and copiously.<br/><br/>The wave of spunk bursting from Quentin's tip filled the back of Zoey's mouth, bolting forward in wave after wave. Without a way to seal her lips Zoey could scarcely swallow, so the gooey output was left to flow where it wished. Some of it spilled down her throat under sheer pressure, some sat in her mouth and smeared over his still-active shaft and some was dragged out of her mouth when his cock pulled briefly back. It mingled with spit and precum and became so stirred up that when it flowed over her lower lip it was a watered down,warm, filthy mess that decorated her tits, as well as her stomach, legs, chin and most everywhere else.<br/><br/>He took a step back and gazed down at her, bringing a grin and kindling the greedy, lusty glint of his eye. His shaft was threatening to droop after leaving its produce in Zoey's mouth - much of it was still there even - but Quentin instead stepped quietly around Zoey and dropped to his knees. "Up." He requested, even as one hand pushed her shoulders forward and up, making her raise up and giving him a chance to slip in behind her, and then to nestle his half-stiff dick against her warm nethers, with the rest of him kneeling between her forcibly spread lower legs. One arm came around her body just above her waist, and he lowered his fingers onto the sensitive nub of her clit. They danced and rubbed swiftly while his shaft teased up and down between her folds. His mouth rose to her ear and blew hot air against it as he spoke, knowing she couldn't reply.<br/><br/>"You look a state. A filthy, beautiful state. I daresay if you could see what I can see you'd be as desperate to fuck as I am... It makes me want to put that mechanical toy to shame. Push me inside you, little slave, and show me you want to get fucked until I have to carry you home."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>