He is a brute, at least according to Monique

Monique's shuddering slowly subsided as she purred against his chest, still impaled on his cock. Hunter stroked her svelte body and heard her purr with contentment, her face nuzzling against his chest.

"Alors....so good..." she murmured, lifting her face up to his. He kissed her hungrily and she moaned into his mouth, her body wriggling gently against his.

"Still hard...mon Dieu..." she gasped as she realised his cock still filled her tight pussy. "Incroyable..." Her hips started to move again, her thighs tightening around him.

"You're a horny little bitch, aren't you Monique?" Hunter growled as she started to ride his cock again as he gave thanks for his new found powers of recovery. Her only answer was to stare at him with lecherous need, and bite at his lips with voracious hunger.

"Let me give you what you need," he said, holding her ass and lifting her as he stood up, then laying her across his desk.

"Une telle brute.." she moaned happily as he thrust deeply into her, wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding herself against his impaling cock. "Si forte...si dure...mon Dieu..." she groaned as her hands clawed at his back urging him on.

Hunter felt incredibly powerful, his hips slamming his cock into the writhing girl as if he was trying to drive her through the desk. Her whining need seemed to make him harder, and a haze of lust blurred his vision as he fucked her with insensate fury.

She was coming again, writhing and bucking as she surrendered to his impaling cock and the orgasmic pleasures it brought her. Her mouth was slack and wet and open as she groaned out her bliss, her arms and legs pulling him tighter as though trying to meld with him.

The tight muscles of her convulsing cunt squeezed and milked him as he pounded into her, and with a roar of triumph he exploded inside her frantic body, filling her wet velvet tunnel with his scalding cream.