#reloaded and refired

He’s not always armed, but he’s always loaded, which is fine by me. I always let him discharge his weapon and empty his chamber after a long day. He has exceptional control, perfect aim, and amazing delivery. He’s been trained well, we both have. 

“So, you getting the fuck in, or what?”

I didn’t think there wasan “or what” so got in and went down on him, as he rode around the backstreets of the neighborhood. 

Twenty minutes and two loads later, he’d emptied his balls of the day’s brew, pulled out, zipped up, before pulling over and saying “now get the fuck out, I’m got work to do.”

When he’s done, he’s done, and so are you.