Zoey whimpered around Master Quentin's cock when he looked back down at her. He looked less angry but the hint of his malevolence was still present and she knew that she had a ways to go before he was in a good mood. She knew that her mouth alone would not be enough to restore his good mood and the throbbing ache still settled between her legs was a reminder of just what it took to fully satisfy her Master. She began to worry and it showed in her eyes as she still stared up at him as her head bobbed up and down his length.<br/><br/>Her delicate brow furrowed and she started to gag harder than before as his demands got more and more unreasonable. Her throat ached and her eyes watered profusely as she tried to accommodate his wishes but after a time she could not go any faster or deeper. Red-faced and retching loudly, she was finally able to take him to the base but after a few seconds she pulled back coughing. Saliva soaked the front of the pretty dress and her cleavage and after a few harsh gasps for breath she drove herself on. The cock forcing her throat open hurt more than usual and she had to adjust. He was harder than before and the slight give she was used to was gone. It made everything more difficult but she kept trying. She honestly tried to do the best she was able to. She just wanted him to be happy again and those pretty green eyes watched him constantly to see if she was making any progress.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>