Quentin had long since abandoned announcing his orgasms and this time was no different; the only warning Zoey had was the brief moment when she felt his hips stir and thrust up into her, before locking up. Scant seconds later she was being filled by the full quantity of Quentin's generous orgasm, which increased the pressure between their sees and made a gooey mess for him to rest happily inside.<br/><br/>As soon as his muscles were back online he pressed himself up and closed his lips back against her tits, the force of him pushing her back and down into the water as he surged after them. His hot lips and tongue smeared saliva across them messily in the few moments it took for him to topple her backward and bowl after her into the bath. That disturbed both his cock and his lips, but he soon found himself leaning over her, giving her little space above the water and pressed up against her anew.<br/><br/>For a moment it looked like he might either kiss her or drown her, with little to decide which one, but in the end he did neither. "Clean yourself fast, Zoey, and then me. I would have breakfast soon, so that I can show you all that might be expected of you."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>