Hit

Well, regardless of the blowjob or not, you wanted to show her that you were clearly the superior shooter. The recoil bucks back and rocks your shoulder. That one bullet is especially good. Beyond the barrel of your gun, you can't find any evidence of the pink flower any longer.

"Mhm. I guess you never miss, huh?" Miranda's fingers wrap around your shoulder, but it feels more sensual than it did before at the Tavern. "Good shot... I suppose."

She brings one of her fingers to her lips and gently traces them. "Looks like I'll be blowing you...Again."

You start unzipping your pants as you go towards the table where you laid your stuff down. You crane your name and sit down, your cock already swinging back and forth. Her purple eyes immediately train on it. She licks her lips and blushes. "Well, I don't think I'll be complaining about doing it."

Miranda unbuttons her blouse slightly, giving you a sensual tease at her cleavage as she slowly gets on her knees. Her eyes are fixed on the tip of your soft cock as she gets closer and closer. She blows cool around it and bites down on her lower lip. "My, my - it looks even better than I remember it!"

Your throat bobs as you swallow. You want to feel her mouth again - the very thought of it gets your blood flowing where it needs to be before her hands are even on you. Her warm digits wrap around your shaft, pumping you generously. Your next breath is shaky and uneven. Already, she feels good. She purrs and stares up at you.

"I feel your heart throbbing. And your cock is already so hard!! Baby, are you excited?" She swallows, staring at your cock again; she flicks her tongue over your glands, making you jolt and your fingers to dig into the table.

God damn!

She's making your head spin so easily. You start to feel your face burn with lust.

"I'd call you pathetic, but I'm getting wet myself just thinking about it!"