Yes, he can work out pretty well from the wailing and thrashing and the way her vulva twitches where it's stretched what's going on. He strokes her through it, pushing the orgasm on and on, knowing just how undone she'll get if given just that extra nudge, until she's at that point where he's learnt she's about to cross into too overstimulated.

He gently lets go of her, taking mercy on her clit and letting her pull her tail out at her own pace, instead reaching under her to turn off the toy. He leaves it in; it looks cute poking out of her along with her slackened tail... but that could just be his slowly swelling cock talking. He scoots round to her head and smiles down at her and her absolute exhaustion.

"That was magnificent, my Annie." And he's sure half the club heard her. He's as proud as he is embarrassed over that fact; it does wonders for the ego feeling like a sex god, but it does mean people will look at him and know he's had sex.

He gently tugs at her mask, hoping they've done enough for it to come off.