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I press my hand harder to her face as I grunt.

I fuck her mouth with force.

Her jaw quivers as it tries to hold open enough to accommodate my size.

“Bite if you have to, Katie,” I growl.

She whimpers as her teeth close a little, cutting against the hard skin of my cock.

There’s a slight stinging along with the vibration of her mouth and throat when she moans.

I’m going to fill her mouth and throat with my hot cum now.

My hand moves to her hair, where I grip it tight, pulling as I want to.

My shaft is full of love and I roar with the violence of a lion about to feast as I feel the rush of my orgasm.

As my cock throbs, spilling cum into my Katie girl’s mouth, her teeth nibble harder and harder as she tries to swallow as much of me as she can. She’s purring, groaning, working so hard to drink my seed.

I continue to fuck her mouth for a few seconds beyond my orgasm.

Then I pull free, watching a string of spit and cum attach itself from my cock to her mouth.

It breaks free and falls to the bed.

My Katie girl gasps and chokes and licks her lips, not wanting to lose a drop of my cum. Some has already begun to dribble down her cheek.

I grab for the bathrobe tie that’s holding her wrists and ankles together, pick her up and flip her over with ease.

I climb up onto the bed and touch her hip and then her ass.

She’s got my heart pounding. My head racing.

I find myself standing up on the bed.

More than towering over her.

She turns her head and looks up at me.

This is what my Katie girl wants and loves. This is her love language. Pushing the boundaries of fantasy and fear. It’s not about a big, fancy house or a luxury hotel.

She can be tied up with the band of a bathrobe in a half decent motel.

My right hand suddenly grabs my saliva stained cock and I start to stroke.

I’m right back to full staff after just a few seconds.

My balls tighten and have the dullest of an ache in them.

“Katie,” I growl.

I stroke my cock harder, faster.

I’m not sure what’s exactly come over me at this point.

I reach down with my left hand and pull at the fluffy rope holding her wrists. I undo it enough so that she’s able to claw the rest of the way free.

As she does, I stand back up, tall, my hand pumping at my cock.