Bond with Paul sexually
From Create Your Own Story
"Find something you like?" you say in a teasing voice.
"I'm sorry, Miss Rania," says Paul.
"Don't be. We're out here all alone, you find me attractive, I find you attractive, nothing wrong with that."
"You find me...attractive?"
"Well, you're cute, and I think your wide-eyed innocence pairs well with my aggressive personality. Opposites attract. Anyway, it's not like we have anything else to do." You reach over and unzip his pants, freeing his erect pole. You smile. "Pretty big where it counts for a small guy." He blushes.
You begin giving him a rough hand job with your leather-gloved right hand. He moans in pleasure, then in pain. "Holy shit, Rania. Your grip is so strong. You're hurting me."
You let up a little. "Better?"
"Yes, Miss Rania. I know you said to just call you Rania, but I like calling you Miss."
You playfully slap his ass with your free hand. "I like it too."
"Miss Rania, for a thin woman, your wrists and forearms are surprisingly big. No wonder you're so strong. I find that so hot."
You laugh. "Yes, I think mine are bigger than yours." The muscles in your darkly tanned forearm ripple as you continue pumping his shaft. Finally, he comes hard, shooting his load several feet into the air. "Well, you're definitely good at shooting THAT gun!"
"My turn," you say, taking off your boots, pants, and panties. You do a perfect 180 degree split on his face, making him eat you out, grinding your crotch down hard. It's not long before you have a powerful orgasm, squirting sticky girl-cum all over his face. "Was it good for you too?" you tease him.
He sits up. "That was amazing. I don't think I've ever come that hard."
"Me neither," you say.
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AK-47, water, rations, data drive, cyanide capsule |
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