<strong>Hector Cobblepot with Valerie, Demetri showing her more pleasure</strong><br/><br/>Demetri was in his element as the young woman wiggled and moaned under his workings. He knew just how to work her having listened to everything she had told Hector and then adding his own knowledge in to keep her going. She seemed to deeply enjoy it and he could not be more pleased. The front of his pants was tented, his cock being harder than it had been in a long while. Demetri was pure testosterone and that now pumped through the veins of Hector, setting his cock as solid as a rock and aching to be plunged into this sweet little thing before him. His eyes focused on her pussy, watching it squirm and squirt. There hadn’t been much but she seemed spent, at least in her mind.<br/><br/>Hector was panicking; he had seen the thoughts and the intentions of Demetri and didn’t know how to stop them. The damn deviant was going to ruin this poor girl and there was nothing he or Blake could do about it. Every attempt he made to regain control was met by a swift mental block from Demetri and Hector was left to watch hopelessly.<br/><br/>Demetri’s tongue darted across his lips, his hunger growing for a taste of this sweet woman but then he did something a little surprising. He didn’t take her like he normally would as he knew that she would resist. He had heard it in her tone. She was still too aware of her surroundings and in control of her body. Demetri wanted to make her lose control, wanted to tap down into her sexual deviancy and see what requests he could milk from her while he was milking her pussy of its wonderful juices. Leaning down, his lips brushed her ear as he spoke, his voice deep and seductive, much more than Hector ever would be. “My dear, I know you are capable of much more. Shall we find it?”<br/><br/>Not really caring if she agreed or not, he could tell from her posture and the light in her eyes that she was so sexually energized she probably wouldn’t say no. Leaning back up, he sat next to her now so that he would have a better angle while he went back to working on her. Smiling darkly, his hand, still wet from her juices, caressed her hip, sliding down gently towards her magic little button as she seemed to refer to it. Casually his middle finger tapped it, knowing it would send little jolts of pleasure through her. Then he grabbed it, rolling it casually, wanting to get her body going again. As he felt her warming back up, he became a bit more aggressive, squeezing and twisting her clit, enjoying the expressions of bliss that escaped her lips. As her hips lifted towards his hand, he brought his finger form her clit and smacked her clit and pussy hard, enough force behind it to drop her to the couch, sensing that this little woman secretly wanted to be handled by a strong man even if she did not want to admit it.<br/><br/>Once she was back down, he began to slowly and casually torment her clit, becoming more focused as she lifted up, enjoying the way her body seemed to reach of his fingers, her pussy begging for it. When she had lifted up again, he smacked her pussy roughly, driving her back to the lounger. This time he kept the heel of his palm pressed against her pubic bone, believe he was strong enough to hold of her early bucking. A long, middle finger shot inside her suddenly, going right for her g spot. It took him only a moment to find but when he did he started to work it roughly, his weight pushing down to hold her in place as his finger did its work.<br/>