HITMAN
"Yeah..Everything is alright. Except your eye."
Before he can protest you drag him over to the most deserted area and pull out your pistol, a silencer applied to it. You put it to his eye.
"Your wife is mine..."
And with that you pull the trigger directly into his pupil.
Later on..At you apartment...
'Do you want to go on a date someplace?'
The person on the other end of the phone replies with a soft 'yes.'
Delighted at her acceptance. You wait until the moon begins to take the sun's place above the clouds. To get yourself dressed for this new 'mission.' Hopefully there'll be no deaths this time.
You arrive at the fine restaurant you had been to before the unfortuanate death of Alexia's husband. She may be widowed, but she's happy to be. In your arms at night. Beneath the stars.
Wiping away the remains of your dinner from your lips, you quickly say, 'look, I know dating an assassin is hard. But I'm over that shit now.'
'Are you really sure you're over it? I mean. I know you're just going to go back to it..I know it.'
She softly replies. Pursing her lips she smiles at the waiter as he slips you the bill.
Dropping a few notes on the table you escort Alexia to your vehicle.
You reach your apartment, and switch on the lights to be presented with a brand new room.
'Fuck...' You mumble.
You were hoping dearly to venture inside of her..Oh, well.
It's just a torn mess of debris, ripped couches and missing furniture.
'What the hell's going on in here!'
'I don't know..And I don't like it...' You mutter, you're angry with yourself that you hadn't purchased a new hideout. Yet you would have died if you hadn't fell in love with such a..Hot luscious female.
You make a mental note to yourself that there must be a bed upstairs.
'Well..There's obviously not much to do here...'
'Of course there is...I loved our meal..I think it's time that I paid you back.' She whispers, seductively, trailing her tender finger along your stomach. Her beauty is beyond words, you need her..You lust her...
Straddling you she begins to push down on your manhood, welcoming the invasion. She supports her body by placing her arms by the sides of your head, allowing her breasts to tempt you. Rocking you forcefully, you begin to thrust upwards swiftly, inwards and outwards, embracing the deep pleasure you're recieving. She clutches the duvet beneath you, as she fights the urge to release her moans of pleasure. But you don't allow her to fight it. You want to hear her sexual whines. You pull her arms over to your chest, and eagerly you begin to massage her luscious lumps. You feel as they harden, and softly she purrs. Flicking her head back she allows your proudness invade her, pushing harder, and harder, the feeling so intense. The motions so strong.
After long, luxurious sex she tucks her arms around your back, and you lay there, inside her. You'll never forget this moment.
Before he can protest you drag him over to the most deserted area and pull out your pistol, a silencer applied to it. You put it to his eye.
"Your wife is mine..."
And with that you pull the trigger directly into his pupil.
Later on..At you apartment...
'Do you want to go on a date someplace?'
The person on the other end of the phone replies with a soft 'yes.'
Delighted at her acceptance. You wait until the moon begins to take the sun's place above the clouds. To get yourself dressed for this new 'mission.' Hopefully there'll be no deaths this time.
You arrive at the fine restaurant you had been to before the unfortuanate death of Alexia's husband. She may be widowed, but she's happy to be. In your arms at night. Beneath the stars.
Wiping away the remains of your dinner from your lips, you quickly say, 'look, I know dating an assassin is hard. But I'm over that shit now.'
'Are you really sure you're over it? I mean. I know you're just going to go back to it..I know it.'
She softly replies. Pursing her lips she smiles at the waiter as he slips you the bill.
Dropping a few notes on the table you escort Alexia to your vehicle.
You reach your apartment, and switch on the lights to be presented with a brand new room.
'Fuck...' You mumble.
You were hoping dearly to venture inside of her..Oh, well.
It's just a torn mess of debris, ripped couches and missing furniture.
'What the hell's going on in here!'
'I don't know..And I don't like it...' You mutter, you're angry with yourself that you hadn't purchased a new hideout. Yet you would have died if you hadn't fell in love with such a..Hot luscious female.
You make a mental note to yourself that there must be a bed upstairs.
'Well..There's obviously not much to do here...'
'Of course there is...I loved our meal..I think it's time that I paid you back.' She whispers, seductively, trailing her tender finger along your stomach. Her beauty is beyond words, you need her..You lust her...
Straddling you she begins to push down on your manhood, welcoming the invasion. She supports her body by placing her arms by the sides of your head, allowing her breasts to tempt you. Rocking you forcefully, you begin to thrust upwards swiftly, inwards and outwards, embracing the deep pleasure you're recieving. She clutches the duvet beneath you, as she fights the urge to release her moans of pleasure. But you don't allow her to fight it. You want to hear her sexual whines. You pull her arms over to your chest, and eagerly you begin to massage her luscious lumps. You feel as they harden, and softly she purrs. Flicking her head back she allows your proudness invade her, pushing harder, and harder, the feeling so intense. The motions so strong.
After long, luxurious sex she tucks her arms around your back, and you lay there, inside her. You'll never forget this moment.
