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wanted.
    “I still have the gun.”
    Under the guise of keeping the peace, I bent as far forward as I could and stuck my tongue out. I remember the distance from my tongue to my dick being somewhat shorter. I stretched further until I could taste the slightly savory essence of my own precum and the lingering taste of Rikki’s essence. The second lick was easier, but still a strain. Maybe there were too many potatoes between my mouth and my crotch.
    “Yes, that’s it. Now suck it. Suck it deep.” I glanced over to see her rubbing her clit with her fingers. Every few rounds, she would slip her finger deep in her pussy.
    One good thrust and I found the head of my dick sitting firmly in my mouth. Closing my lips around my own dick felt strange, like someone else was sucking me off, but I was getting all the workouts for it. Remembering the taste and the smell was one thing. Feeling a prick vein in your mouth is another. I found the strange sensation most disturbing — if for no other reason, I was getting turned on by sucking a guy’s dick. Even if was mine, I didn’t really like it the direction this could go. I had to admit, on some level, I liked this. Whatever tequila was left in my body wasn’t blocking out all these thoughts and it disturbed me greatly. I should have kept drinking.
    She began to moan, loudly and with a vibrato. Soon, She would be out of control and I could make my move. I stopped giving my dick the attention it was becoming used to so that I could watch the action. Ann really knew how to put on a show when she was willing.
    “Suck that dick!”
    I began to crawl in her direction while still giving my shaft a few good strokes. Ann hadn’t noticed. Even a few moans from working my rug-burned knees across the floor didn’t take her eyes off of her cunt. She only looked up when I reached my tongue to gently lick her fingers over her clit.
    “Get back there. I want you to suck that cock for me.”
    There wasn’t an area around her clit that I didn’t lick. With my hand still lightly stroking my own tool, the thoughts of getting control of her wouldn’t stop coming. She liked it. She liked it enough to move her hands to my head and force me deeper into her pussy. I was finally licking that soft spot just past her lips that drove her wild. I knew I had her. Her other hand, forgetting its job of holding the gun on me, accepted my grip as I extended our arms away from our bodies, my hand folded over hers.
    Sitting erect on my knees, I moved her gun hand away from my face and slid my dick against her vulva, parting the lips just slightly. The noticeable arching in her back confirmed what I had thought all along. The true nature of her quest was to fill her pussy with my dick once more. I obliged. With slow, disciplined movements, I slid my tool all the way in until I felt my balls touch her ass.
    “Now, rub that pussy,” I said.
    She stroked that cunt like it was full of itching powder. Her fingers were a blur, but those moans were real and guttural. When her eyes began to roll back in her head, I knew I could relax and enjoy our time. After all, I controlled the gun.
    The slight touch of her furious fingers against the pad of skin above my dick was driving me crazy. Never before had I felt such a feeling. The faster she went, the closer I came to losing control. Under the mammoth task, I looked down at Ann, so engrossed at what she was doing, she couldn’t possibly know what I was doing.
    She was fixated on that last orgasm. Whether it was mine or hers, I don’t know, but the whole process confirmed what I thought, she only wanted my nine-inch dick one last time. In all the scheming and betrayal, my dick was a treasure she had to have.
    With her last, priceless vocalization, I shoved my dick as deep in her pussy as I could. I felt her legs stiffen around me. Her toes curled into a ball and she screamed louder than ever before. The massive orgasm rolled over her with such complete captivation, she