Brom planted his hand against the wall and leaned heavily forward, panting slightly from his exertion.  His hair was tussled and a few beads of sweat made their way down his forehead and cheek as he panted and smiled smugly at his captive, still impaled on his slowly deflating manhood and pinned to the wall by his hips.<br/><br/>His other hand moved to her pert breasts, teasing her nipples as with a light and gentle touch completely at odds with the brutal fucking he'd just given her.<br/><br/>"That felt good," he stated after a few moments to catch his breath, "I'm pleased with you, my pet.  Very pleased indeed."<br/>