It was oh so exciting to Quentin to be pushing with such force and speed into her mouth. Over and over he felt her throat trying to push him out, but the flimsy muscle could do little except constrict around him, making his prick pulse with another surge of pleasure. He bought his other hand to her head, moving it so that each palm rested somewhat over an ear and his fingers were clutching the back of her head, to give him all the leverage he could need. Even when she started pushing and whimpering he could fuck forward and keep a constant, heavy pressure on every inch of his cock. Coupled with the lewd, wet noises and the sight of whitish goo dropping from her lips onto her chest he simply couldn't help but feel the urges of his orgasm approach ever closer.<br/><br/>His balls were aching for release, and he was thundering against her faster than ever. Few girls could hold themselves from gagging by now; it was just a question of who would cave first. As always he insisted it be him, and she could only begin to imagine what would happen if she failed him completely. "Ahh... Soon, Slut, I will cum. You are to... To take every drop into your mouth... Not to swallow, just to hold." His voice was broken from the continued gasps and tightenings of his chest, which soon grew into full groans as his pleasure peaked.<br/><br/>And then that was it, enough was enough. His body couldn't endure the mental and physical pleasure any longer, and his balls started squeezing to send his cum erupting heavily from his tip. He kept his cock wedged in her mouth, though a little way back from her throat so that every glob of his large, wet orgasm fell onto her tongue. For several moments there was nothing else except the feel of something wet and slimey shooting into the back of her mouth before falling around her tongue, and the warmth of a throbbing dick between her lips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>