Try a coy response to see how she reacts.

From Create Your Own Story

"I think we're just getting started," you say softly, still running your fingers through her hair, massaging at her scalp.

"I told you not to try anything," she says, eyes narrowing as she glares at you over her shoulder.

You press your luck, and push your hips forward just a little, letting the tip of your cock nestle into the fold of her ass through your boxers. "I'm not trying anything, just checking you to make sure you're okay."

She bites at her bottom lip just a bit, staring at you. Then very slowly she pushes her hips back into you, so that your hard cock goes upright between the cheeks of her ass, and she rocks upward on her heels to push against you. You reach down and around her body and cup her tits into your palms, pulling her body back into yours as you slide your hips downwards, drawing your hardness against the crack of her muscular ass. It feels like heaven.

"You're just like every other man I ever met," she says quietly. "You just want to fuck me."

"You're beautiful," you say. "You turn me on. I can't help myself."

You lean in to place a gentle kiss on her shoulder, closing your eyes to relish the moment. Suddenly, she slams an elbow back into your rib cage, knocking you backward and sending the breath out of your lungs.

"What the fuck did I tell you?!" She screams, spinning around on you and lifting the pistol. "I told you not to try anything."

"I'm sorry!" You say through the pain of your ribs. "I thought we were having a moment."

"Just like my step-daddy," she says, through gritted teeth, tears welling in her eyes. "Just wanna fuck me. You just wanna fuck me."

"No, it's not like that," you say, trying to wrap your head around what she's saying. "It's really not, it's-"

But your words are cut short with a blast from the pistol she carries, the bullet speeding across the room and catching you right above the navel. The pain is immediate, and the blow spins you like a top and drops you to the floor. You groan in anguish as she steps over you, pressing the gun against the back of your skull.

"Please!" you manage to mutter, but she pulls the trigger anyway, ending your life.


The End.

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