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My hand presses harder against her face.
She’s gnawing on my thumb right now, like a dog with a bone.
I curl my fingers and pull at her flesh. Tearing at the skin of her face. Pulling at random strands of hair. A few strands of her hair give up and just jump from her head.
My cock pulses with need, wanting to fill her with cum.
Not. Fucking. Yet.
I move my hand from her face, grab her jaw and make her look at me.
I detect a little fear in her eyes right now. That’s a good thing.
I reach for the knife again and grip it tight.
My Katie girl’s face looks so helpless right now. Helpless. Hopeless.
Yet I see the way the right side of her mouth is fighting not to flicker a smile at me.
I pump my hips even harder. The bed has moved a good four feet off the wall. We’re in the middle of the fucking room now.
I grunt louder and louder.
I watch the way her tits bounce and jump at my thrusts.
My balls knot themselves up and start to physicallyhurt.
I slam myself into my Katie girl’s body and growl as I come.
Two quick throbs, spilling myself into depths that we both know no man has ever come close to getting near.
I pull myself out of her and wrap my right hand around my slick cock and stroke.
My Katie girl groans with surprise as the next spurt of hot cum reaches her tits.
I’m not built to have some mediocre orgasm and dribble cum everywhere.
I fuck so I can properly come.
My Katie girl’s body—inside and out—is properly smothered with my cum.
I’ve left a line of ropey release from her tits down her belly, on her mound, and of course, between her legs.
Under her body, on my bedsheets, it’s sopping wet.
My cock continues to throb, continues to release cum.
I climb off the bed and begin the process of untying my Katie girl from my bed.
Right wrist, right ankle. Left ankle, left wrist.
She’s on the bed, not moving, completely paralyzed, waiting for my next move.
I reach and stroke her face.
She looks at me. Tears in her eyes. She smiles.
A tear escapes her left eye and I swipe it up with my middle finger.