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In fact, to show her that they’re not even close to being finished, he presses even harder on the back of her head, forcing his cock further down her throat.
Hannah struggles some more, trying desperately to get some air into her lungs. But still Scott holds her head in place. She gags again, followed by a deep, resonant cough that Scott can feel in his cock.
Hannah is panicking now, her head shaking from side to side, her body shucking and jiving, her arms and legs straining, but because of her bonds she simply doesn’t have the leverage or the mobility to get away from Scott.
It isn’t until Hannah’s protestations become weaker that Scott finally eases up on the pressure and lets go of her hair.
Her head snaps back and she gasps for breath, her chest heaving. Saliva is dripping down her face, covering her tits, pooling on the carpet. Tears are streaming down her face, making a mess of her makeup. She coughs and hacks and lets her head hang down, her body slumped over, exhausted from the exertion.
But Scott doesn’t slow down one bit.
With his cock raging as hard as ever, he circles around Hannah until he’s behind her, then forces her head down onto the carpet. He drops to his knees and nestles in behind her, then reaches under her hips and lifts them up so her body is like an upside-down V, with her ass as the highest point.
Hannah’s legs are still held closely together by her jeans, which have slipped down to around her knees but are holding fast, and her wrists are still bound by the belt. She’s still essentially helpless. Just like Scott likes her.
With his cock slick from Hannah’s saliva, Scott slips it into her pussy for the first time all evening. It’s a bit tighter than normal due to Hannah’s legs still being pressed together by her jeans, but her pussy is wet enough that it goes in with only a hint of resistance.
Hannah utters a soft little groan but doesn’t protest, either with her mouth or her body. She simply doesn’t seem to have the energy for it right now.
But that changes quickly enough. As Scott continues slowly and deliberately fucking her from behind her body naturally reacts to the stimuli. Hannah’s not a big talker, but Scott can tell from the growing intensity of the grunts and moans coming from her mouth that she is starting to get more and more into it.
This allows him to gradually pick up the intensity until he is hammering away at her, his hands around her hips to pull her back into him with every thrust.
Scott lets go of one of her hips so he can slap her ass, snapping his open palm into the side of her ass cheek like he’s a jockey riding a horse down the final stretch.
Hannah reacts the same way as a horse would, bucking back into him with more intensity. But Hannah’s positioning, combined with her incapacitated arms, means she can’t get much force into her thrusts. So Scott grabs her hair and yanks her head up, bringing it up to the same level as his, straightening out her upper body and giving her more leverage to work with.
She takes advantage, using her hips to hammer her body back into his harder than before, her ass slamming up against his groin, forcing his cock deeper inside of her.
“There you go,” Scott says as he pulls his hands off Hannah and lets her do all the work. “Back that ass up into me. Show me what you can do, baby. Give me something to write home about."
Hannah does as she’s told, bucking back against Scott so hard that he has to wrap one arm around her chest to avoid losing his balance.
“Thatta girl,” he says. “Fuck my cock with your ass.”
Scott’s arm slides up Hannah’s body until it’s clamped around her neck. He grabs her in a headlock, tightening it down as she continues slamming her ass back against him.
He reaches up and smacks her in the face with an open hand.
Hannah yelps and stops backing into him.
“Don’t stop,” Scott says, smacking her again, eliciting another startled noise from Hannah.
She starts up again, less aggressively than before.
“Harder,” Scott says as he smacks her once again.
Hannah backs up against him with more intensity but still not as much as earlier.
Scott smacks her yet again. His other arm is still around her neck but not squeezing tightly. “Harder.”
She obliges. By now she’s back to where she was earlier, practically knocking him backwards with every thrust.
“Are you deaf? Harder!” he says, smacking her face for the fifth time.
Hannah slams back into him with everything she has, a guttural grunt coming from her throat as she hammers away at him.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Scott says. “Hammer me with that fat ass of yours.”
