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I treat her to the sound of me unzipping my jeans.
I see her lips quivering, aching for a taste of my cock.
Honestly, I’m amazed by this in front of me.
Some men have gold in their hands and polish it like a piece of silver.
But that’s okay. That’s why I exist.
I have to unbutton my jeans. My cock is too big and already too hard to waste time pulling and twisting it out of the zipper area. Fuck that.
I push my jeans down and lean forward.
I couldn’t have timed it better when my cock finally springs free and smacks my Katie girl under her chin.
Her head snaps back a little and she gasps.
Her hands reach up to grasp me.
“Fuck no,” I say to her. “Keep your hands at your sides, darling. I want your fucking mouth. I want your fucking throat. Got that?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
She apologizes like a good girl.
With my right hand I grab my cock with force. I’m so used to my own touch. Ten years in prison…and, no, there were no loopholes for me either. Plenty of chances and no judgement on my part to those who had to take care of their urges.
I rub the head of my cock against my Katie girl’s lips.
“Kiss, darling,” I tell her.
Her lips pucker and she kisses me.
It’s unbelievable already.
I can practically feel the hot cum already wanting to creep up my heavy shaft and spray her face.
I’m not going to allow that to happen right now.
I jerk the base of my cock with hard pumps. This allows some clear pre-cum to appear. I smear it all around my Katie girl’s lips like lipstick.
My left hand then swats through the air and connects with her right cheek.
“Mouth. Open.”
She listens.
Now both her cheeks are just slightly red.
She knows I’ll never hurt her. It’s just pain. It’s worth it.
I slide the fat head of my cock into my Katie girl’s mouth. I watch her top lip move over the ridge on the head of my cock. I feel her teeth grazing me.
“Open wider,” I order. “I don’t care if you have to break your fucking jaw.”
She whimpers and fights to open her mouth wider for me.
Her lips are tight around me.