"When I opened the drawer I saw that the gun was a Smith and Wesson .38 Special. It was the same gun that my dad carried when he was a cop and I was f...miliar with it. Dad didn't want me to grow up afraid of guns so he used to take me to the range with him and let me practice with it. The way it was lying in the drawer I could see the tips of the bullets in the cylinder so I knew it was loaded. I reached in, pulled it out and pointed it at him. His eyes got big and he asked me what the fuck I. It was an amazing moment to dump the last of my cum into her mouth.“Diane,” I growled. “You are going to fit right in with my women!”She slid her mouth off my cock and beamed up at me. “Thank you, Master!”Lasla“Stalker?” asked Pyrriah. She sat nearby and yawned, still a little sleepy from the chamomile bomb that naughty amazon had hit her with.I suppose I should be glad that bitch hadn’t shot her with an arrow.“He needs a name,” I said. “He’s been following me since our hot fun.” I smiled.. I felt the burning deep inside, I looked down at her pussy as my cock pushed and pulled her pussy lips in and out with ever stroke. My cum had been forced out all over her thighs. The image and the effort was making my head spin, my body began to rack as another load of cum was getting ready to go into her. She had already cum at least once. I had learned from weeks of fucking her that this was signaled from the giggling sound she made with an orgasm. I could feel the final rush of the. Then abruptly, he breaks away from her and lies down on the bench.“Sit on my face,” he bids.Aspen straddles his chest, facing his feet before squatting down. Her pussy hovers over his face, teasing him with the sight of the plug winking between her cheeks. Fred grabs her hips, pulling her down. His face presses up into her slit. Her bare puffy lips are wet with his saliva, sliding over his mouth and nose. She quickly begins to gyrate her hips, grinding her pussy into his lips and chin. Fred.