The soft noises and motions woke Quentin soon after, though sufficiently gently that being roused didn't irritate him. His eyes flicked open and twisted to eye the girl, fingers buried in herself and her teeth biting back the groans he liked to think were growing in her throat. Quentin often wondered which he preferred; a girls sobbing or her lewd moaning. In the end of course it didn't matter, he'd just have both.<br/><br/>His voice was clearly heavy with sleep, but the words were clear enough and especially crisp when the fell onto a lewd word. "Mfh... morning, pet. Enjoying yourself already are you?" His hand reached toward the top of her sex, fingers briefly grinding against her clit to help her along. "I want to hear it... from the desperate twitch of your cock-hungry cunt to your moans and pleas for more, make it louder."<br/><br/>His hand left her sensitive clit, rising up and pressing itself briefly between her lips before dropping away. He patted her stomach as he slipped from the bed, rising and crossing his room to clear the sleep from his eyes. "Did you bring that toy like I told you?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>