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“That’s how she comes,” he grinned, lapping at my clit. “I know you never fucking saw her do that for you before.”

“Fuck you,” Mark shouted, but it only made Enzo laugh against my clit, making it throb harder.

Enzo circled the gun inside me as if he was gathering my moisture for something. What did he have planned for me now?

The chains jangled against the chair as Mark struggled, and I turned my head towards him,my eyes dazed with lust for my pen pal. Mark looked furious and disgusted, and it thrilled me to know I was nothing like he thought, just like he wasn’t the man I married. He was pathetic, sitting there, watching a psychopath fuck me while he dripped blood on my bedroom floor.

Enzo slowly removed the gun from my pussy, and I whimpered at the loss, squirming, hungry for more.

He pressed the barrel against my back hole, and I stiffened. He grinned, pulling his mask back down as he pulled his pants down, exposing his massive, thick cock. He had a web of pulsing veins along his shaft, and his head was darker than the rest of him, as if he strangled it to keep from coming on my sheets.

Enzo bent over me, slipping a pillow under my hips before pressing his cock against my entrance.

“Please,” I begged, writhing, pleading for him to ruin me.

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned, shoving himself inside me, burying both his cock and gun inside me at the same time. My ass and pussy were stuffed, and I felt fuller than I ever had. “Let’s get all these holes filled,” he murmured as he slipped his fingers in my mouth.

He rammed inside me, his gun and cock assaulting my holes in unison, his hips snapping against mine so hard, my head hung off the bed, my hair spilling to the floor. “Suck,” he commanded, and I did, whimpering and breathing hard through my nose as his gun stimulated me in forbidden places.

My eyes crossed as Enzo’s cock invaded me, raking against every nerve, making liquid fire spread through my veins. The white-hot ecstasy burned, growing more and more intense as he plunged into me.

Enzo nuzzled my breasts, gripping a nipple with his teeth through his mask, sucking on them, the damp fabric scraping against the sensitive buds.

I let out a broken cry as I lost myself in the delicious pain and mind-blowing pleasure.

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Enzo

Ihissed as Amara came hard on my cock, her pussy sucking my cock in as if to pull me deeper and her ass clenching on my gun.

There was nothing like hearing her haunted cries as she lost herself on me.

“That’s right, come all over my cock, baby,” I groaned, our hips slapping as I practically fucked her off the bed. The cuffs bit into her wrists as she gasped with every thrust. The base of my spine tingled as my cock jumped, and I erupted, roaring as I painted her with my release. Her pussy clamped on me, milking me dry, making my head spin as my rhythm faltered.

I removed my gun, keeping her pussy plugged with my cock, making her take every drop of my come. She shuddered, twitching with aftershocks, and only then did I withdraw, leaving her a wet, sticky mess, splayed out and sated.

I didn’t bother pulling my pants all the way up, just so only my cock hung out, and I approached Mark, a dangerous gleam in my eye. “That’s what her come looks like,” I taunted, gripping Mark’s hair as I forced him to look at my cock. “Not that you’ve ever seen it before.

He shouted against his gag, but I cocked my gun and pressed it against his temple, and he went silent.

I pulled the gag out of his mouth. “Last chance, fucker. Sign the divorce papers, or I’ll paint the wall with your brains.”

“Fine,” he snapped. “I don’t want that disgusting bitch anymore, anyway. How sick can you be to get off to a gun?”

I rolled my eyes, fumbling with the chains until I pulled his hand mostly free and shoved a pen in his grip. I put the papers on his unharmed thigh, and he winced as he signed the divorce papers.

“Good,” I smiled, putting the papers on the table as I shoved Mark’s gag back in his mouth. “If I ever fucking see you again, you’ll eat my gun next. If you bother Amara again, I’ll cut off your cock and feed it to you.”

He screamed against his gag as I laughed, tucking my cock in my pants and taking my bag fromthe nightstand. I pulled out a blindfold and tied it tightly around Mark’s eyes, glancing at Amara.

“Sleep well, baby,” I winked, throwing her the key to her handcuffs.

I loosened the chains just enough to pull Mark free from the chair and pulled him behind me like the dog he was. He stumbled down the steps, and I left through the back door under cover of darkness.

I made it to the car I stole, and I shoved the bastard inside. I revved the engine and squealed the tires as I flew through the streets, turning on the highway in the dark of night.

As I sped, Mark shouted against his gag; no cars were in sight.

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