Nothing, and certainly not Zoey's cries, was going to stop her master from taking what he wanted. Her backside was choking his invasive erection tightly making it oh so enjoyable to slide himself in and out of her and so that what exactly what he'd do again and again.<br/><br/>His hands dropped her hips. One fell to the tabletop to support himself as he leaned forward into it, while the other curved around to find her chest. He growled his delight at the palmful of soft, malleable flesh and for just a moment his rutting hips slowed while his attention wavered in favour of her chest... The moment passed soon after, with her tight ring gripping him so tightly it grew uncomfortable if he didn't keep moving.<br/><br/>"You can cry out." He informed her, amid groans after desperate groan. "You can buck and squeal and moan all you like; you can cum and thrash and scream... But if you stop pushing back, or try to stop..." He didn't have to finish the threat. It had been a long while since she didn't know what he did when faced with disobedience.<br/><br/>His hips returned to their full pace. His thick shaft was hard with barely any give in it, and it felt twice as massive in this hole. He could feel the second prick pumping against the inside of her, scant inches below where he was, and he wondered how it must feel to her. The toy was truly rigid and unyielding, and while Quentin was prone to slowing and speeding up, or pausing to adjust his hips, it did nothing but fuck powerfully and endlessly.<br/><br/>He started losing his voice to groans and guttural grunts that were raw expression of pleasure. His head rolled back and he steeled himself to go as long and hard as his muscles allowed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>