Chapter 22
She came again, and I abated the pace of my thrusts so they were long and slow. Her pussy was still plenty wet.
"That's eight," I said, updating her daily orgasm tally.
"Give me nine, daddy," she said.
I pulled out of her and positioned one of the dining chairs near the window overlooking the Strip.
"Bend over the back," I instructed.
Kat complied, and I reentered her doggy style, the unfolding energy of the Strip below serving as our rhythm as we copulated again. I worked my thumb into her asshole, which squeezed it pleasantly. I marveled at Kat's ability to stay wet through all the c****ne and fucking. It was pleasant, but I thought I'd ratchet up the pressure on our fun.
"Imagine if your boyfriend could see you right now," I said, digging my thumb a bit deeper into her ass.
"Oh god," she groaned.
"I bet you wouldn't even stop if he walked through that door," I said. "When I'm inside you, it's the only thing in the world you care abo
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