It was a most unnatural occurrence for Flashy, despite it being natural for<em>all</em>men. Often one to pride himself in his own discipline and will to keep his release within to make any physical collision last for as long as he desired, he felt his own body giving in to its own impulses, where his shaft began twitching unreliably within her trashing, clenching sex.<br/><br/>Unwilling to let that lapse in self-discipline slip, the Colonel clenched his jaw tightly, delivering increasingly hoarse and throaty grunts to her ear as a clear sign of his impending orgasm (and to his mind, blinding disobedience) before he felt his entire being<em>clench in</em>on itself, as his chest arched inwards against Zara's flailing chest by reflex alone, and just as well his fingertips jerked their way through her puckered rosebud and penetrated her pert arse without much preamble.<br/><br/>A lengthy, almost mournful and frustrated moan followed when his climax came crashing down like an irresistible ocean wave, drenching him in salty, spent passion that coated him in perspiration when Zara could feel a fluid explosion within her very core, announcing the eager spurts of his seed flooding her eager, wanton cunt.