Take her just like that.

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Carefully pointing the gun at the girl, you take a few steps towards her. "Put your hands up on the fridge," you demand, and she does so slowly, so that her body is bent over, ass out. You step up behind her and press the barrel of the gun to the back of her head. "Now don't do anything dumb, right, or I pull the trigger." You say quietly.

"Just do what you're going to do asshole, and get it over with." She growls angrily.

You pull the zipper of your pants down, carefully reach inside and pull your cock free. It's already hard as a rock. You press your hips forward until the tip of your erection is pressing just between her lips, and she goes up on her tiptoes and hisses in preparation for your entry. You take a handful of the flesh at her hip, and push forward, finding her dry and difficult to enter. She grimaces and grunts as you push in again, the head of your cock grinding into her depths against her body's will. She's so warm inside you could swear there's a fire inside somewhere.

"Fuck yeah," you groan softly, glancing down as the tip of your cock slips between her dark lips and further into her soft pink pussy. You draw in a breath slowly as you pull your hips back just an inch, and you're so lost in the moment, you don't notice one of her hands come off the fridge.

She reaches around, contorting her hips to get hold of the gun barrel and force it away from her head, and you accidentally squeeze the trigger, blasting a hole in the cupboards above the sink. She yanks her body free of you, spins on her heel, and drives a knee upwards into your crotch so hard it feels like your testicles have exploded. You reel backwards, your grip on the gun loosening, and she tears it from your grasp.

"You sick, raping piece of shit!" She says, turning the gun around aiming it right between your eyes. "Fuck you."

"Wait!" You exclaim, but your words are cut off by a blast from the pistol that splits your head in two.

You hit the floor dead as a doornail, just like you deserve.

THE END.

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