She might not have much to do, but that didn't stop Quentin having an enormous urge to fill her with cum. So he worked her quickly... Bouncing her head in his laps thanks to a mixture of hopping his hips up against her mouth - sending her jerking upward only to fall back down - and using his hand to move her head back and forth against him. Her tongue, cheeks and throat didn't have to pay attention; there was no way for them to get out of the way, and they ended up rubbing against him whatever she tried to do with them. There was only so much space in her mouth, and when he pulled her head down to tuck firmly into his lap there was no choice for her body but to squeeze and rub his prick firmly. Soon enough it had him groaning merrily, and dragging her limp head faster and faster, jerking it over himself with considerable speed and urgency. In that moment she was little more than object; a warm and fleshy sheath for him to repeatedly bury his prick into.<br/><br/>Still, it worked well enough. After a few moments of her struggling to keep the mess of her mouth inside and drooling lewdly against his lap each time she gagged and spluttered, he began to gain ground toward his climax. His head rolled back, and for the first time his hands started to to fault a little; they would drag her rapidly, but then seize and pause a moment as a brief spasm overtook him. Even so... His hips would lurch and, finally, he was spraying his cum against the girls mouth. He released her head almost immediately, and fell back to using his elbows to support his upper half. Spasming hips sent load after load against her mouth, for her to cope with as well as she was able; though in that particular moment he didn't much care for anything more than the waves of euphoria.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>