Her complete surrender had been unnecessary to his needs just yet and would have merely been forced upon her in a fashion of humiliation. A sign of defeat as he pressed into the channel of her sex getting off on the responses of her body as he pressed into her.

Those cries of pleasure carried with them his joy as he filled her again and again, his speed increasing at her request as slimy residue always remained inside her passage sliding against it so it felt as if he were both thrusting in and out at the same time.

She felt good about him, his body absorbing the moisture that her's offered up absorbing it into him as he continued. He pressed into her as his mouth swept over throat teasing it further. Then between those nips he stopped dead as he pressed her closer to unconsciousness and pleasure at the same time.

“Not yet,” a low chuckle as he pulled out of her, that slime retreating as he did so. “On your knees,” he commanded as he waited for her to comply if she wished for any more, not that her desires mattered as he had not been done with her and would have her until he was finished with her regardless if she complied or not though he had figured that she would obey to avoid any sort of punishment.

But first a hand swept over a cheek drawing her into a kiss as slimy lips oozed against hers, his tongue briefly sweeping into her mouth absorbing more of that moisture as it played with her own tongue briefly before retracting so that she could comply with the “request”.

As he pulled the thick length of his mass out of her hungry sex, a deep empty sigh of relief escaped her. Her body twitched and spasmed in tiny little aftershocks as the intense feelings he'd been feeding her ended abruptly. Her eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling, puffs of hot air escaping her open lips, while between her legs the pink folds of her sex similarly gaped, the walls convulsing in time with her frantic heartbeat and the tiny spasms as her body reluctantly drew back from the powerful orgasm he'd been stoking in her.

Her body responded instinctually through the haze of her conscious thoughts as he turned her face to meet his, back arching to press her body up against his mass, her tongue playing back against the gooey intruder as she met his kiss, the sweet syrupy taste of his gooey washing the inside of her mouth as she worked her lips against his. When he drew his lips back, she mewled softly at being denied, her lips raising after his for a moment before he was out of her reach.

It took her a few moments longer before she'd recovered enough to really interpret his instructions, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as if she could still taste him as he loomed over her expectantly, his mass having drawn back from her legs enough to grant her to freedom to do as he instructed. Her body was still flushed with want, her scent in the air, as her hair clung damply to the flesh of her neck and shoulders.

A tight little knot of contrariness squeezed in the pit of her stomach, bidding her to resist. It wasn't fear that drew her up from her position on the low changing bench in the women's locker room though. She wanted to feel more of him, she wanted her release, and even if she'd had the fire to overcome the debilitating nature of her desire, there was little strength in her to summon to fight his advances. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled herself into a seated position on the bench, then parted her legs and shifted her weight forward, straddling the bench as she settled her weight on her knees, her hands similarly resting on the tops of her thighs.

"Are you satisfied?" she asked hoarsely, warm brown eyes looking up at the expanse of his fluid body, still wet and puffy with the passage of her tears. She didn't turn her gaze down and away from him, tried to fight against the shame bubbling up in her to put up at least some fight even if she couldn't seem to figure out how to win.

She did as he knew she would shifting into this new position even though he could witness each exhausted movement. He had debated on whether he would rush her to the brink of release or patiently lead her there.

Juniper did not fight him save for keeping her gaze leveled with his own. He reached out to her chin stroking it in his grasp. Her gaze full of the last vestiges that she had to fight him with though she knew what he did that she was powerless to stop this.

He had not squeezed all the life from her, and while he figured he could there was no reason to brake his toys, after all if he did he wouldn't want to play with them any longer. Perhaps he would play with her again after all though he did give her a choice … damn … oh well.

Rubbing an ass cheek with a hand he then granted her a wet slap, a playful stinging one rather then one meant to hurt. “Yes, that will suffice, now lean forward.”

When she had his slimy cock brushed against the folds of her sex. Back and forth he thrust though each time he ended that thrust against her entrance without pressing inside her at all. “How would you like it and were? And if you do not answer I'll take both holes my dear.”