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Story Script:

NARRATOR: The dimly lit bedroom was tense as she stood in nothing but sheer nude pantyhose, her gun pressed firmly against his temple.

ACTOR1: Don’t fucking move. You’re gonna do exactly what I say.

ACTOR2: Jesus—okay, just—just don’t pull the trigger.

ACTOR1: Shut up. Take your cock out. Now.

NARRATOR: His hands trembled as he unzipped, his hard shaft springing free. She dragged the cold barrel down his chest to his waist, circling the tip around his erection.

ACTOR1: You like that, don’t you? I can feel how hard you are.

ACTOR2: Fuck—please—

ACTOR1: Stroke it. Show me you want me.

NARRATOR: His fingers wrapped around himself, pumping fast as she watched, her other hand tugging at the soaked pantyhose over her pussy.

ACTOR1: Get on the bed. You’re gonna make me cum or I’ll blow your brains out.

NARRATOR: He obeyed, spreading her legs, his tongue diving between her folds through the thin nylon.

ACTOR1: Oh shit—right there—don’t stop—

NARRATOR: She arched, grinding against his face as he devoured her, her free hand forcing his head deeper.

ACTOR1: Now fuck me. Hard.

NARRATOR: He slammed into her, her pantyhose torn aside, her tight cunt gripping him as she kept the gun trained on him.

ACTOR2: Fuck—I’m gonna cum—

ACTOR1: Do it.

NARRATOR: He exploded inside her, but she didn’t let him pull out.

ACTOR1: Again.

NARRATOR: She rode him mercilessly until he came a second time, his body jerking beneath her.

ACTOR2: Can’t—can’t fucking take it—

ACTOR1: One more. Then maybe I’ll let you live.

NARRATOR: The gun stayed pressed to his head as she milked him dry, his cock twitching violently inside her slick heat.