I flipped it over in my hand and held the barrel of the glock as I dropped it between her legs and turned it over. She moaned as I started fucking her with it. “You've been a bad girl,” I crooned. “Liam…” She panted my name like a prayer, arching into the pleasure that coursed through her. Her walls clenched around the grip of the gun, needy little pussy. The scent of her arousal filled the air. She started grinding against my movements, working herself to her climax. I gripped the gun harder as her wetness slipped down onto my fingers.
