She threw
her head back as she rode him like a bucking bronco. The man
beneath her could barely breathe as he thrust his cock up
into her, deeper every time. She bounced and screamed,
begging for more. “Faster, baby, faster!” She couldn’t bear
it any longer. Her body shook, and the man moaned as he shot
his hot juices into her. She collapsed on his chest, his
cock still in her dripping pussy.
His breathing
became shallower as she lay on top of him. He
couldn’t
catch his breath long enough to slow his pounding heart. She
could feel his panic as she raised her head to look into his
eyes.
Her lip
curled up ever so slightly as she looked
into his glassy stare. She heard him gasp for air.
She sat up on his limp cock, still fixed on his face. “Is it
getting harder to breathe for you, baby?”
The man
stared back at her, his eyes wide as saucers as he continued
to gasp for air.
“This is what
happens when you piss off the wrong people. They send the
Black Widow to make it all better.”
He opened his
mouth as though he wanted to protest, but she placed her
slender, red manicured fingernail over his lips.
“It will only be
worse if you talk. Just listen.”
Her curved lips turned to an
evil and cynical smile. “In a few more seconds you’ll take
your last breath, but before you do,” she took her camera
phone out of her purse that had been strategically dropped
beside the bed.
“Smile for the
camera.”
The man took one
final gasp and then died. Black Widow snapped the picture
and got off him. She stepped into the hotel bathroom and got
dressed. She went back to the bed and wiped off her finger
prints. She didn’t have to worry about leaving any DNA
because she always wore a wig and sported a shaved pussy.
She sat on the edge of the bed and slipped into her thigh
high spiked black boots.
After walking to the
desk, she picked up her keys and left the room. At her home
office twenty minutes later, she booted her laptop.
Viper,
it’s done. Black Widow.
Once the
photo was attached, she hit send.
