He might, but she is worn out

Sated, Hunter held the trembling girl as the aftershocks of her orgasms rippled through her. Finally, she gave a little sigh and relaxed, her legs unlocking and falling limp off his desk. She looked up at him with eyes half lidded in complete satisfaction.

"Je t'adore brute," she murmured softly, then giving a little whine as he stood up, pulling his cock out of her. She reached down and touched herself, giving a little giggle.

"I am so wet and full of you," she chuckled softly. "I need a tissue ma douce bête." Hunter passed her a box of tissues and straightened his clothing as she mopped her dripping cunt. "Look what you have done to my poor kitty, I will be sore for days." She smiled languidly at him, her eyes almost worshipful.

"And if I wanted you again, this moment?" Hunter asked with smile.

"Then you could take me and I would love it my sweet beast, even though you destroyed me." She got up off the desk and tossed the wet tissues in the waste basket. Her dress was still above her hips, her thong still pulled to the side to expose her sex. "Do you want me?" she asked with an indrawn breath.

"Perhaps later," he smiled. "Give you time to rest."

"Alors," she said softly. "I will await you my brute." She tugged down her dress and straightened her clothing before leaning down to kiss him softly, her tongue darting between his lips. She gave a shudder as she pulled away. "Tu me rends folle," she murmured as she gathered her things and swayed to his door, looking back at him with a salacious grin and twitching her hips once before she departed.