Rather than signalling the end the spray of her cum urged him to do more, to show her new and different ways that he could fill her body and make it spark with illicit, carnal pleasure. He could scarcely remember the last time he was quite so solid, and the girth of his cock was entirely devoid of any slight give it might sometimes have had. Ever vein, slight ridge or minor abnormality of it caught on Zoey's insides and dragged a thousand lines of sensation against her clenching pussy as she moved.<br/><br/>His muscles burned so he dropped down behind her, landing his backside on the floor and giving his hips a break. His cock sprang free as he did so, causing a wet pop and loosing a deluge of mess that had been briefly plugged to spatter down onto the floor. He loosed her hair and instead snatched a firm grip of her thighs, using them to all but lift her back onto his cock. This time his head caught against the tight pucker of her ass and he lowered her slowly, giving it just a little time to adjust to the suddenly invading rod. His hips rested here but his hands lowered her, then lifted her temporarily to let her glide back down it all over again. The even greater tension her backside exerted on the outside of his dick had him groaning and grunting happy, wordless noises into her ear.<br/><br/>He dropped her into his lap at one point - every inch of him inside her and her backside resting firm against his lap - and reached to undo the latch of the face mask, letting it wilt forward and fall away. He was smirking at her from the mirror, and now she could watch him regain control of her thighs and carry her up and down again. Half the time she could see the bottom half of her cock extending down from herself; the other half she could just feel it straining at her insides instead.<br/><br/>"Rub your that for me." Came the panted instructions, between deeper grunts and moans. "Spread it open, look what a mess we're making of it." A kiss landed on her ear fleetingly, interrupting his words again. "Isn't it wonderful what a sodden mess you turn to under my attention?" His lips worked down, across her neck, where the kisses turned to nibbles and non-too-gentle nips and bites. "Don't you want more; a big gooey load to dribble from your gaping backside, perhaps, or pearls of your Masters cum to dribble down your very fine tits?" All the while he bounced her and, finally, she could feel him tensing behind her to resist the orgasm he needed to leave in her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>