When the toy slid from her nethers with a wet slurp, Zoey was still shaking. Her opening twitched and tried to clench around something that was no longer there as it drooled hot wetness down her thighs. Again her lower lip suffered as she bit down, still having to stifle the desires rolling through her. Despite the utter lack of stimulation she was fighting a losing battle again the still surging pleasure. He could watch her lean body became more and more tense even though he was not servicing her clearly eager cunt and he could see that she was truly trying to maintain the position and the silence he had commanded. Just when she thought she could take it no more and her mouth opened to plead for his mercy, he gave the word.<br/><br/>Everything else fell away and her body immediately obeyed without her even having to think about it. Her hips rocked as if she was grinding against an invisible lover and the puddle between her dainty feet grew quickly. It felt so good that every bit of her twitched and writhed. After enduring the torture in silence, it felt amazing. Still, she did not know if his command for silence was superseded by his order for her to cum so she erred on the side of caution and remained quiet. She imagined, blushing as she did, that the sight of a woman thrashing in pleasure but completely quiet made for a very interesting view. She did desperately want to cry out, to thank him for his mercy but she knew that mercy would cease if she did so she fought to not let out even the slightest peep.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>