A Warm Gun

Lauren Phillips crashes into the deal like she owns the room—tits spilling out, ass high, a clear invitation for trouble. Derrick Pierce waits, guns stacked and muscles tense. One look tells him what she’ll trade. He grabs her throat, shoves her to her knees, knots rope tight around her wrists, then feeds her every inch of his cock. Her wide brown eyes water as he drives deep, gagging her, spit dripping down her chin. She takes it, hard and hungry. But the second he turns his back she snatches the cash and the guns, leaving him trussed and seething. He comes for her that night. Rope bites into her flesh again. He flogs her tits until they burn red, then shoves a vibrator against her clit while he splits her ass open, pounding hard. Each thrust jolts through her, wet and filthy. He flips her, sinks into her pussy, uses every hole until she’s shaking and screaming, soaked in sweat. When he’s finished he pulls out and paints her face with thick ropes of cum—payback for the woman who thought she could steal from a man with a warm gun and colder eyes.