Quentin soon felt himself stiffening up inside her past the initial swollen but malleable erection he'd been reduced to, til he was not far shy of the aching stiffness he'd had scant moments before. The hot, wet squeeze made up for the disappointing loss of his total control over her mouth and head, and if he rocked his hips just so he could even make it *sound* as lewd as before, bringing gloopy squelches from her well stuffed pussy. He was grinning a broad and excited grin, which he could see over her shoulder in the tall mirror, and he couldn't help but to moan lustily from time to time as the tense pressure rubbed over him.<br/><br/>One hand snaked up her back and gathered a tight bunch of hair, pulling it backward. Half the time this was enough to make her bend her neck backward awkwardly, and the other half it was enough to send a thousand pricks of pain through her head til she sat down on him hard enough to feel his legs at the base of him greet her wide open netherlips, as though quite literally all of his cock was somehow inside her. The more he dragged her, the less his own hips bounced, until it was enough to haul her up and down the great pole of meat stuffed inside of her while he sat there and growled lustily.<br/><br/>His other hand rested on her stomach much of the time where the mess was less thick, but it was possessed of a great deal of restlessness. It fell to her clit on occasion, so that the pads of his fingers could rub the front of her clit, or so the digits themselves could close around it to tug or tweak more firmly. Othertimes he found her thighs and rubbed at them, feeling the flex of muscle propelling her up and down. One time it went up and hooked into the ring of her mouth; there one finger flicked and agitated her tongue while the others weighed at her lips.<br/><br/>That Quentin had just cum made him resilient to doing so again, at first. Instead he rutted long and hard, and forced her to do likewise. He pulsed and felt hot and oh-so-eager inside her, certainly, but he didn't cum yet; even as he growled at her to cream herself in his lap, and even as he leaned forward to bite and scrape his teeth against the flesh of her neck that was no longer behind a veil of hair, he felt like he was fresh and ready to take her further.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>