The pussy power
He was trying to yell, but the ball gag prevented that, he began thrashing around trying to free himself from the cuffs unsuccessfully, his breathing was rapid with the bag expanding and contracting with each breath. I laughed at all his thrashing, with his cock inside me, it stimulated my pussy. I told him, darling, I’m sorry to do this, but two years was enough, and I have to protect my future lifestyle, I thought this was the best way for you to go. I could see he was weakening, his breathing was not as rapid, and his thrashing had slowed. Darling, just enjoy my beautiful pussy around your little cock.
I continued to ride it slowly and watched his movements and breathing come to a halt. I reached up a slapped his face several times with no response. I continued to ride his cock admiring my bagged trophy; I became so excited I climaxed. I withdrew and stood by the bedside, as I removed the cock ring from his shaft; it immediately went limp. I was pretty sure he was dead but didn’t want to take a chance, so I strolled over to my vanity the sound of my heels clicking on the marble floor was so sexy. As I opened my vanity drawer I saw my chrome-plated 9mm, and I had it there loaded in case my bag idea didn’t work, I would then say he attacked me during a quarrel, and I had to defend myself. I took the gun out and walked over to the full-length mirror, looking at myself holding the shinny 9mm in my black leather-gloved hand, so sexy in my leather and boots.