More, more, MORE!

After another scream, you free one of your legs and push Steve away. You point to the nightstand, where already a pack of condoms is laid - you intend to let him have some fun too, without any future problems. You breathe deeply from the work you've done so far, feeling the air filling up and then deflating your lungs, you chest moving up and down. Sweat drips down your forehead. As Steve is busy putting the condom on, you stuff two black painted fingers into your snatch and start casually pumping, enjoying the warmth of the room. The quick rest break feels like a wonderful interlude before the kinky fun you are about to have. Your head fills with naughty and dark butterflies.

As Steve returns, his own eyes excluding anticipation, you give your lip a quick painful bite and grab one of his hands. You gently place it over your choker, take a quick cool breath and then tightly squize his hand around your throat, feeling Steve struggling against its rigidity. It's not the first time you two have done something fun, and every time Steve gets better and better, as you feel his grip over your neck, his the bottom of his arms pushing against your ribs, dancing across them as if a xylophone. You can feel **** in the air, and grabbing Steve from one of your legs, you **** him to ram into your vagina once more, giving you that familiar and wonderful feeling of flesh hitting flesh.

After a while when you felt Steve's fingers finally tiring, you ripped his hand off and pushed him off. Remembering your first time a good 5 years ago, you flipped over on your stomach and then got on your knees and hands. You pushed your ass at him and with a command voice ordered:

"Fuck me harder"

Steve quickly dug his hands into your ass and began pounding your pussy even painful fury. Your took your memories a year back when you met Steve for the first time, drinking at a bar after another long day in the restoration lab. He approached you gingerly, mentioning that he had seen you working at the library. He was already a metal-head, but far less open about it, only his metal band t-shirt telling anything. You yourself were far more obvious, wearing black even at work, as your non-public facing position at a university allowed it, and it helped people ignore the faint smell of ammonia that followed every work day. Thought that meeting was first, many more followed, until you two eventually went to a gig. After the night somehow ended with a make out in his room, you decided to take your relationship seriously.

As you reminisced in the warm memories. As you felt your lungs inhaling larger and larger gasps of air, you realized you were close to coming. You could feel your snatch firing up, juice making Steve's cock slicker and slicker. As you give a loud shriek, you orgasm, your mind jumping between present, past, and filth mouthed praises to hell and Satan.

"Oh fuck, YES! AAAAH!!!" - after a short breather, Steve's cock leaves your pussy with an audible pop and you command him - "Now stick your dick out so I can suck on it"

You violently rip the condom off, tie it up and toss it aside, as you run your fingers along his shaft. Giving the tip a few licks, you enjoy the taste of precum and then dive in for your treat. Before long Steve explodes in your mouth, and your experience throat swallows all the salty cum down, not unlike that time at the bar.

Horny and filled with dark thoughts, you suddenly grab the strange gun lying on the bed-table nearby and point it at Steve.

With that you pull the trigger.