A groan issues from clenched teeth as Benidal feels her walls squeeze tight around his shaft, as if trying to milk him dry. If that is her goal, it won't take long - the sensation of a willing, eager woman so physically suited for him is something he has not felt in a very, very long time. For now, though, he is still in control of himself, and his own expression is something akin to that of a starving lion at the heels of an exhausted gazelle. He lets go of her waist, freeing her hips and ass to slide back and forth on the table to their heart's content, and pulls completely out of her for a few seconds.<br/><br/>The rhythm remains uninterrupted though, as he replaces his cock with a pair of fingers from one hand for a couple of strokes, thoroughly coating them in her juice. They come out to be swapped for his other hand, the thumb rubbing over her clit as the fingers dip in and out for their own coating. His cock goes back inside, plunging deep and hard into her depths, while his hands move up to hold her breasts, squeezing them rhythmically in time with the thrusts and rubbing his dripping fingers in circles over her nipples.