The man's strong hands caught her shoulders and pinned them to the tiled floor below her. Water was spilling out, covering the entire floor in a shallow pool of slightly soapy water. Still, it was a sort of mercy that she didn't have to thrash around against the hard floor when her muscles abandoned the sensibilities of her brain. It helped him, too, because from that position he could make the most of his body's considerable strength; all of his exertion was conveyed directly into extra speed and depth for his hungry dick. So fierce he was that, although she was wedged rather firmly in place, the edge of the bath caused a firm thumping to the front of her hips where she was in place. She never really broke contact with the edge, but then he pounded so hard that either her body or the bath had to give, and the bath was made of stone.<br/><br/>How many times she came for him became rather irrelevant; it was either just once or countless dozens, but the effect was the same. A constant, vice-like grip that only yielded because of quite how unstoppable his hips were becoming. She could squeeze as tight as she liked, but his hips would push through and he would simply be rewarded all the more for it. Of course, that was the plan; this was how fucking her *should* be, with her spasming and pinching his prick.<br/><br/>Such a fierce romp pushed him rapidly to the edge. He didn't slow or calm down a moment as he came; it was hard for Zoey to tell what was what, but she could feel the hot seed spattering into her in waves, even as he rolled his hips just as eagerly against her. He only slowed toward the end of his orgasm when her cunt was stretched to accommodate the entirety of his orgasm, and his cock grew suddenly so sensitive that continuing would be uncomfortable. When that happened he drew himself easily from her, and replaced his lap with one hand to catch the flow of cum that eagerly tried to follow through the briefly-open lips.<br/><br/>After a brief moment of recollecting himself he slipped backward into the water, to kneel on the floor of the large tub. He dragged her unresisting body with him, guiding her shoulders to lean back against his so that she was all but in his lap; his cock was pressed against her snatch again, but his taste for doing much with it was, finally, diminished. All that was still expected of her was contained in the upturned palm of his hand; a small pool of his cum, diluted with her own excitement and some of the bath water no doubt. It had not been his neatest hour.<br/><br/>"Good girl." He emphasized the words, dragging them out to make sure she could really revel in the praise. "That is how to do it, don't you think? Was that not the best fuck you've ever had, hm?" He paused a moment to gasp for air that seemed to evade him, before adding - in a slightly more demanding voice; "Here... Drink. Don't waste my seed after you did so well, Girl." His hot leaps caught her ear, nipping and tugging it fondly while his free hand hooped from around her stomach up to find her chest, kneading at it without doing too much to her aching nipples. It would be an almost caring situation, where she not still trying to regain herself from... that. Quentin's eyes flicked up to the clock; a couple more minutes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>