It wasn't much longer before he settled into a speed that he didn't settle down from. She knew this time would be 'it'; he was smirking, proud and victorious. The sheer pace felt like more than she could handle but somehow her body held on, despite the heavy burning sensation that came from him dragging himself against the soft fleshy walls of her snatch. Neither her wetness nor his precum could preserve her from the simultaneously horrific and carnally pleasing feel.<br/><br/>And then he was cumming. There was a moment when he siezed up, his hips and entire body freezing in position hilted in her. His balls clenched and then the moment was gone, and she felt him erupt. Seed blasted into her, powerful and copious by virtue of their long, happy (for Quentin, at least) fuck. It washed deep into her, filling her even more than his prick alone could.<br/><br/>He remained buried for as long as his cock quivered, spraying her even after her tight cunt had to push his seed back out around him, too full for more. When his hips withdrew but his hands didn't he was rewarded the sight of her raw, red pussy with his cream filling it, and oozing out. It was a good reward.<br/><br/>After another couple of moments his strength fluttered away, and he fell down to his bed, laying alongside her. A hand reached to clutch and grope one of her tits, but other than that she felt oddly alone, till after a few minutes he questioned "Did you enjoy that, my whore little plaything?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>