Having a higher endurance, hardly meant she was any less sensitive as she cried out in pleasure as the thrusts became harder and more rugged. At one point she would swear he would pull her inside out if it had gone any further, but by this he had slapped her down firmly to plant his seed. It would be good that her endurance too was building, as she would have came many times wearing herself out, she would be able to last far longer with him, perhaps with time being able to outlast him when it came to energy.<br/><br/>Regardless his efforts would be welcomed not only by her gasping moans, but the sudden bursting of her own rose as he started to pump his seed beyond deep within her dark chamber, for however much his sac emptied her stomach rose, even becoming hot to the touch. Gasping into his kisses her hands moved from his shoulders to his sides, so she could further press her body to his while still being impaled while her rose dripped freely out, soaking the space between them.