When you have a battering ram right there....

I could have just used the doorknob to enter, but I was horny enough, and wanted to make enough of a show, that I felt like using another kind of knob.

We stopped just on the precipice. Holly had emerged from her string of orgasms enough to notice we weren’t moving, and was looking ahead of her wondering why. Then, she felt it. With a practised jerk, I pulled my hips back, then thrust them powerfully forward, slamming my knob against the wood. THe lock never stood a chance compared to the hardness of my pillar, wrenching, twisting and failing as the door flung open before my ramming helmet.