"An hour?" He repeated, with a quirk of his eyebrow and incredulity oozing from his words. "I think if you're still going in an hour then the machine needs work. Hells, I doubt I'll be good for an hour... Will you need some of my employees to take care of your other holes, then?" He was teasing her with a soft voice, made more magnanimous by the soft brushes of his fingers against her back and shoulders while she shifted into position.<br/><br/>Quentin climbed up behind her, kneeling over the toy and pulling the twin cheeks of her backside open to reveal her other hole. His prick - still damp from having fucked her face - pushed up against her and started to ease inward, inch at a time. His hands grabbed her hips like a vice, giving her nowhere to retreat to as he stretched her wide around the second cock to be inside of her. He was as strong and forceful as ever, but he didn't drive so far as to hit her injured cheeks, which he wanted to see healed sooner rather than later.<br/><br/>"Still think an hour?" He shuddered, because simply invading her had grabbed his interest and was making him tremble lewdly. An hour seemed like a long time to enjoy such a thing. "Will you push back if I release your hips? I would much rather have a handful of tit than have to guide you into doing what you should be."<br/><br/>Finally, he reached down and set the thing going. Cogs whirred and the cock started to draw out of her. It was moving slowly to ease Zoey in, but even so there was a certainty to it... The knowledge that whatever she did - whether she shouted stop or thrashed hoping for a reprieve - it would keep going. And it would keep going as hard and fast as Quentin wanted it to... And he did so love to see her cum.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>