I’ve noticed lately you’ve been very turned on by strong female villains in the movies and shows we watch, getting hard on our date nights. I have a surprise, I get dressed up like a sexy movie star and pretend to be super into being a villainess. I ask you what you like about them and find out you like the feeling of fear and adrenaline when you think about being caught and used by them. You have quite a femme fatale fantasy, and the idea of being sexually used while about to be blown away with a bang really gets you insatiably hard. I would do anything for you, so I offer to go get a little implement from the bedroom. I know the click of it cocking turns you on now, so I don’t mind as long as it’s what you want. I ride you and it feels so good to both of us to be playing as I aim my tool at you, telling you how I’m going to end it for you. I never expected it to feel this good. You’re so worked up in the fantasy you tell me you actually want to take it one step further. You want this to be the last orgasm you ever have and you want it to be by my hand per se. I make sure you’re really really sure, and you agree. So I load it up and ride you some more, happy to be making you happy, and even feeling a little sexy to hod the balance of your life in my hands. When you do finally cum, you want me to pull the trigger, and I do. But you’re not quite gone yet. I tell you how happy I am that you asked me to do this for you. Your cock still hard inside me and I can tell you want one more round of fucking and a few more rounds to end it as well. I oblige because I really would do anything for you. After that second orgasm, you’re finally fininshed so I finish you off. The sound of the banging amps me up and I orgasm as well. I think you started something inside me, a hunger I never knew I had….
