Quentin was an eager, obsessed, single-minded lover. Each of Zoey's orgasms afflicted her ability to relax and accept his pumping meat, so she drew tighter and made the man have to work harder. The extra tension was a perfect reward though, and it was in her throes of delirious glee that he found the best sensations. The tight clench of her ass was wholly unsuccessful in trying to slow his fevered, bucking cock or to reduce the amount he could grind over her sensitive, intimate spots. Between each of her orgasms - at least when there was a break worth speaking of - he slowed and relaxed while her backside loosened just a little. In doing so he regained himself, and threatened her with how long he could go. She made him groan and gasp the most everytime she came, but it wasn't until her orgasms were really running into one unbroken storm of ecstasy that he found no way to resist the lure of the inside of her arse.<br/><br/>She was thrashing. Wetness was dripping from her thighs and over the table. Her body was on fire with heat and sparking with sensitivity. The toy in her cunt sped up thanks to a small dial manipulated by Quentin and everything was soaring toward a crescendo. The man himself was sweating with exertion but by then pleasure had overwhelmed him and only wild horses could slow his pounding shaft. The last few moments saw him moving at a frenzied, lightning fast pace and then, without slowing, he found his orgasm and sent it bolting into her.<br/><br/>Wave after cum-laden wave spurged into her. He made up for every moment he'd resisted putting it into her before. The stuff rushed into her like it was pouring from a hose, every creamy bolt was thick and heavy and hit her with enough force to send her nerves flaring. There was enough of the stuff to fill and stretch her, especially while he remained nestled deep inside her.<br/><br/>His hips slowed and finally ceased, buried halfway inside of her. His hand reached down to the switch of the toy, and gleefully he asked: "Are you done girl?" before he obliged her by knocking it off. Her thighs were soaked and her sex well used... He'd managed what he wanted. His mouth fell to some of the sleek, smooth flesh joining her shoulder to her neck and nibbled it. His teeth worked the flesh, nipping and pinching it. "Satisfied? Do you need to get off? You did well... Or you will have once you've tidied us up."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>