MALIA'S P.O.V.
I held the gun tightly as he insert his finger in my p*ssy.
"You f*cker!" I hissed.
He let out a chuckle.
"Focus, baby." His lips roamed around my neck.
How can I focus when he's thrusting his finger in and out of me?
He told me to practice my shooting, but he's here, distracting me every chance he gets.
"Eyes in front."
I want to! Ah!
I gasped as he inserted another finger in my hole.
"S-stop…" My hands are trembling because of the tension. I'm even having a hard time holding the gun correctly right now, how can I shoot the center?
His body which was slightly pressing behind me didn't help me at all. It's just adding to the tension that I'm having right now.
Not to mention his crotch that's pressing on my butt.
"Shh…Focus baby, focus." He whispers, goosebumps enveloped my body as he traced my nipples with his fingers.
Damn, you.
"Are you turned on?" His question sounded sarcastic.
"Are you blind?"
Can he stop messing with me? I'm holding a gun with both hands right now. And what if someone enters this room? Although we're not in a public place, people would still enter this place.
He chuckles in my ear. Sh*t. He's torturing me.
I was about to put the gun down when he stopped me.
"Uh-oh, you need to empty the gun first."
This-
"What if I fill your head to empty it?" I said angrily.
But he just chuckled again. What's so funny?
I gasp when he pulls up the skirt I'm wearing.
"Let me use your p*ssy to fill with my load."