Jasmine Martinez
She slides the safety on, sets the weapon down, and then she loops her arms around his neck, grinding her hips against him.
Guns, guys, and gunpowder. What more could a girl ask for? The thought brought a smile to her lips.
He nuzzles her neck, making her pulse spike. A low, throaty growl slips past his lips. Underneath her, his erection presses against her. It's as if his cock now strains against his pants, begging for release.
"And just so you know, I'm an even better shot with a crossbow." She winks then smacks his ass, not caring who sees them on the firing range.
She's tired of living her life by other people's rules. So, as of right now, she's done taking orders from others, and she intends to make it known - loud and clear.
"So, when ya gonna whip that bad boy out?" asks Jasmine, barely above a whisper.
"Just as soon as I get you alone." His hands run over the curve of her ass.