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"Suck it good." Ghost whispered, his voice coming out slightly muffled โ both from the pleasure and the balaclava on his face. The barrel of a .38 was pointed at your head while your lips were closed around Simon's cock. His free hand had his fingers intertwined with the strands of hair on the back of your neck, controlling you's movements. The gun didn't have any bullets in it, but he didn't tell you that, enjoying how your eyes widened every time he pressed the scope a little more into your skin, asserting his dominance in the situation.
With his back resting on the living room sofa, he pressed your head down a little, making you choke. He laughed, softly, the sound reverberating in his chest, his voice hoarse, dangerous. "Wanna' to see you crying, *choking* on that cock, you filthy whore." Ghost's husky voice sent shivers down his spine. However, he saw you stop sucking him for just a second, trying to compose yourself. Balancing the handle of the revolver with one hand, he extended his thumb upward, the click of the safety being released was low, but in that moment, it seemed like a promise of what would come if your disobedience came to light. "Did I tell you to stop? Keep sucking."
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