The dim light in the room created sharp shadows along the walls, casting an air of intimacy and danger. She moved closer to him, the tension between them electric and unspoken. Her gaze locked with his, a daring challenge flickering in her eyes.
His breathing hitched, betraying his struggle to maintain control. She smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted. Each deliberate movement seemed to blur the lines between seduction and defiance.
She took his sex out of his pants before he could protest, she took it in her mouth.
Slowly and licked it, from the tip of its pink delicate shape she kissed down it thick length, her tongue tracing a wet part down the posterior of the soft muscle.
It tasted divine.
she didn't stop.
Her head bobbed up and down with a force she didn't know she had in her.
Her hand worked the shaft from the top to the bottom while she sucked the tip.
And she loved his strangled moans, as she grabbed his balls and gently squeezed.
He trembled and she quickly squatted ripping a hole in her jeans, she parted her sex and slipped it in.
The air around them grew heavier, charged with unspoken emotions.
His hands twitched at his sides, his body tense as though bracing for what would come next.
She traced a line along his jaw with her fingertip, the playful yet calculated gesture setting her intentions in stone.
It was big, full and felt so good.
Her hands traveled upward, gripping his shoulders tightly. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot against his skin.
Her fingers, firm yet gentle, explored the curves of his neck, lingering as if savoring the moment. She held his shoulders licked his ear her fingers sunk into the flesh of his skin.
And her teeth biting into the lobe as she fastened her movements.
And she moaned a soft groan as, her hips worked as he grabbed hold of her waist with his strong rough hands and he movement his waist.
Her head flew back her mouth open with a loud moan, she could see stars in all colors at back of her eyes, her need was fulfilled and just as he climaxed. She trembled in his grasp.
She sank his fingers into his scalp and leaned back to look into the eyes of the one she had enjoyed fucking so much.
The moment shifted suddenly. His dark, passion-glazed eyes met hers, their intensity revealing a dangerous edge.
Her confidence faltered for a split second, but she didn't retreat.
It was time for the kill.
His eyes were passion glazed.
His breathing hard.
To her surprise something cold slipped between her lips and her eyes widened as she saw the gun in her mouth.
And he smirked, his eyes glittering with the triumph he felt "I told you to leave."