Miss

You do the same thing as she did. You jerk the trigger back, bringing the barrel just slightly lower than before, having the bullet rip through the shrub and someplace into the ground. Even before the steam clears your piping hot barrel, you know the little pink flower will still be there.

"Oh no~" Miranda's fingers wrap around your shoulders just they did at the tavern, but it is much more sensual this time around. "Deals a deal, baby."

She trails her fingers down your lips. "Looks like you'll be eating me out. Let's get comfortable, shall we?"

Miranda hops on the table and takes off her footwear before she spreads her legs suggestively while she stares at you. She then starts unbuttoning and zipping down to strip out of her jeans.

You give her a grin and then cross your arms. "Have you no shame, woman?"

"Oh, please," she spits. "Don't act like you didn't miss on purpose just now. I watched you think about it, and your finger press down like you were trying to make a girl orgasm."

You smile at her, making her smile too. "Alright, enough stalling. Get on your knees and own up."

Miranda covers herself with her four fingers, beckoning closer before she parts her legs any further. You take off your coat and sigh. You place your jacket on the ground and squat down, grabbing her by the hips and gently pulling her closer to the edge. You grab her wrist and push it out of the way. Her pussy is just covered by her panties now, but even that's pulled aside.

You rub her thighs and run your fingers along the outline of her pussy, teasing the hole with sensual touches. It doesn't seem to take much touching to make her moan. Finally, she bites down on her bottom lip and looks away, embarrassed by her outburst. You look at her and knit your brows. All she does is give you a glare and a flustered reply.

"J-just fucking do it already!"

You grab her legs and spread her further, making another subtle moan escape from her maw. Her legs are trembling with anticipation. However, instead of listening to her "request" to start, you continue to see how long you can tease her with your hands. You continue to poke around her pussy, passing over her bud and dipping the tips of your fingers into her hole.

Her complexion turns bright red. Her mouth keeps opening as if to say something, but you always cut her off by inserting your fingers just deep enough to block her words at the top of her throat. All that comes out instead are a slur of broken-up curses. Her breathing comes uneven, and her fingernail starts to dig into the wooden surface of the table, fighting the urge not to cum over your teasing.

You slide your tongue along the insides of her thighs, stopping near her gash, and then slide it back down—Miranda sings as your tongue travels. You lick the exposed skin of her thighs, stopping so close to her gash. Miranda continues to gasp and squeal with cute noise you never thought she'd make. At times, you'd stop at her face and plant kisses on the trails of spit you left between her legs.

"Stop being an asshole! Start eating me out already!"