Over and over she felt herself stuffed and each time her cunt was forced open to hold every swollen inch of his prick it grew a little harder for the girl to consider trying to prevent him; and not only because he would undoubtedly beat her for it. Everything became drowned out by the pleasure until their noises and even the sight of her body bouncing and arching - usually Quentins very favourite spectacle - took a back seat to the raw, physical pleasure of it all.<br/><br/>It wasn't long of course before the mans body jarred itself into her, trying to find an extra inch to plough but instead just truly stretching and grinding at hee. The pressure was all the worse because this time his hips locked up, and she had nowhere to go as his orgasm surged into her.<br/><br/>Thick balls of cum shot from his top, and the girl could feel each splattering inside her; bursting into a thick, gooey mess that had nowhere to go so, after coating her cunt, started to stretch her, and run out past his prick or deeper, to where it felt nothing should go.<br/><br/>His hand tightened at her throat throughout, depriving her of oxygen til she really could focus on nothing else. Again he was oddly careful, perhaps fuelled by a desire to see her subservient outweighing his desire to see her cry. His grip only loosened when his body relaxed, long moments after he'd cum in her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>