The satyr huskily replies by leaning over Quinn's shoulder; "We shall play this performance for hours, so no worries this ending too soon...." Satyr then started speed up his thrusts and so the smacking growing louder and harder when he thrusts deep into Quinn's welcoming depths. His one hand taking turns squeezing and smacking her breasts and stretching her nipples. While other shifted holding her waist or smacking sides of her ass and clawing her flesh.<br/><br/>His flesh pole remained steel hard, throbbing and warm inside Quinn and grinding on her wet warm walls with it's veins and thick pulsing mushroom head from his cock. Husky panting and growls from satyr remained steady for long time despite Quinn's delicious tightness milking him more than one occasion, begging silently for him to cum. But his breath grew quicker over time and his husky growls grew louder and longer. He moved both hands to milk her breasts and let her use her own hips smack towards him when he leaned and huskily asked while his lips caressed her ears; "Do you want me make painting on your back....or will you want be stuffed fey cream?" His cock jerked in strong pulsing and flexing manner.....satyr being quite close unleashing his first load into Quinn's depths but he remained in control of himself. Also if legends about satyr's stamina in that area is true, this is unlikely last load he makes with Quinn if he has way with it.