Page 20 of Pro Gamer's Aim

I can't do that.

I want the real thing.

I want him inside of me, pounding into me. Tearing me apart.

"One more," he whispers against my clit, and I whimper.

A treasure chest gives me my golden opportunity.

A fucking rocket launcher.

I can practically hear the angels singing hallelujah.

His teeth close on my clit and I jolt as I equip the weapon of all weapons.

I might suck at this game, but there's one thing I'm good at.

I love blowing shit up.

I head for a window facing the building that fucking sniper is in, and I wait, as Asher continues to do devious, naughty, dark things between my thighs.

God, I can't pay attention.

I can't think

He pistons his fingers inside of me and I shriek, almost dropping the controller. "Come for me, bunny. Come all over my fingers."

I can't.

I can't.

I'm so fucking close.

"Wait, Asher—"

But he's not listening, curling those treacherous fingers inside me to slam into that sweet spot over.

And over.

And fucking over.

The sniper's head pops out over the railing and I aim.

And fire.

My controller falls to the ground as words float at the bottom of the screen.

You have eliminated SniperKing42069.

Asher's fingers slam into me one more time.

And my entire body, coiled up in a desperate attempt to fight off desire, explodes.

It's a loud, screaming orgasm as my inner walls flutter against his fingers. Something gushes out in a release so extreme that my body comes off the couch with the force of it, and I can hear his voice rumbling in a low growl against my pussy.

"That's a good girl. What a good fucking bunny. What a gorgeous little pussy you have. Keep squirting for me, bunny."

I writhe beneath his lips and fingers, and he continues to praise me in that devil's voice of his, before he leans up to kiss me.

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