"You think that you have a magic cunt, don't you?"<br/><br/>Flashman taunted her, panting the words out in between moans in tandem with hers', as their voices rose in a duet of raw passion. He felt his shaft twitch and grow all the harder with the rippling and clutching he felt whenever he was deep within her, swallowing whimpers whenever she was almost completely raised off and filled her eardrums with a thunderous, gleeful and almost sadistic cry whenever his hips plowed savagely against her hips. The wet, fleshy slaps of their repeated collisions served to heighten his arousal too, and with wrath burning hotly in his eyes as they glared back into the whore's hazel orbs, as if partaking in a staring contest of their own.<br/><br/>As if taking her cunt wasn't enough now, she'd feel his fingers slithering upwards against her round, fleshy arse, wriggling his fingertips calmly against the rosebud of her rear even if Zara was being pounded fiercely atop him. The direction of his passions were all too obvious by then, with the client clearly gleeful in the choice of his slut and the manner he was being serviced.<br/><br/>Deep in his subconscious, to have a whore who not only did not show revulsion at his conquests but was intensely aroused by it, and relished pain mixed with passion and certainly gave in to his penchant for his explosive rage, how could Zara not be a more perfect whore for him? Already in his mind he was toying with the idea of exclusivity, and then pushing it away for the sake of wishing to truly put her to the test before placing down such a colossal sum of money.<br/><br/>