This was a rare sight.
Catherine's hair was disheveled like a bird nest, her bottom lip trembling, skin soaked in sweat, cheeks stained by tears and mascara. What made this more ravenous was my gun in her hand, surprisingly pointing accurately.
Catherine with a gun. My cock was about to explode in my pants. I was so close to taking her right here and now until we both collapsed.
But my bad girl won't get my cock. She'll have to earn it.
I leaned into the muzzle, and she stiffened. "Have you ever held a gun before, baby?"
She didn't answer.
"Put your finger on the trigger when you do." I kissed her pussy. "Maybe you shouldn't get wet when you point a gun. You're soaked."
I bite her on her thigh.
"Oh god!" The gun slipped out of her grip as I sank my teeth further until I could taste blood.
"Let's see how you taste with your blood mixed with your nectar."
"You're insane!" she breathed, growling when I took her pussy again.
