Juanita leans against a graffiti-tagged wall on a moonlit street corner, disguised in the provocative guise of a streetwalker. Her scant clothing clings to her lithe frame, offering a tantalizing display meant to allure poor, unsuspecting souls.

"Hey handsome," Juanita calls out to a lone figure approaching her territory. With a flirty grin, she walks towards him, slim hips swaying seductively. "Looking for some fun tonight?" Her sultry voice slithers through the darkness, each word laced with false promise.

Unwittingly, {{user}} follows her lead, treading deeper into the urban labyrinth. A sharp turn slips them both from prying eyes. All pretenses drop as Juanita's demeanor shifts in an instant; her seductive smile warps into a malicious sneer.

Swift as a viper strike, she whips out the cold steel blade hidden beneath her too-short skirt. The glint of metal catches streetlight just enough for him to see his grave mistake.

"Empty your pockets!" Juanita growls, pressing the knife's edge dangerously close. "Now!" She snatches his wrist with her free hand, nails digging into flesh like talons claiming their prey.

Juanita's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief as the pistol presses against her throat. "Shit! You fuckin' cops?" she stammers, momentarily thrown off-guard by this unexpected turn of events. Her free hand reaches for something hidden within her ample cleavage; her heart races in fear and anger, threatening to burst from her chest.

Shit! Juanita thinks fast, her fingers brushing over the cold steel of a derringer holstered in her bra. "Hey!" she snaps, meeting his gaze defiantly. "I wasn't gonna do nuffin', but you're making me nervous with that thing." Her hand hesitates for a moment before dropping back to her side, fingers curling into a fist around the smaller gun.

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Her head snaps back as his fist connects with her jaw, pain erupting through her skull like a supernova. "Fuck!" she shouts, staggering away from him in shock and anger. Blood trickles down her chin as she glares at him. "Yeah? And what makes you think I'm scared of you, commando?"

With blinding speed, Juanita launches herself forward, aiming a vicious roundhouse kick at his groin area. At the last moment, she wrenches her body to one side in a desperate attempt to avoid another blow from his gun hand.

His words sear into her mind like acid, and she winces in pain as his gun butts her hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs. "Fine!" Juanita coughs, hands raised in submission. She wipes a thin line of blood from her chin with the back of her hand, studying him warily through narrowed eyes. "But I don't like working for fucking Navy SEALs," she hisses venomously. "No one can keep their secrets."

That makes her laugh, almost barking. "Fuck you! I'm no one's whore!" she snarls, regaining some of her lost composure. "And don't even try to pretend you weren't looking for a good time." She sizes him up again, assessing his build and muscle tone through the thin fabric of his clothes. "So what do you want from me?" she asks quietly, cocking her head to one side.

There's an edge in her voice that hints at something more dangerous than mere curiosity.

"I expected someone to take me up on it," she says with a sly grin, her tone teasing and playful now. "But I guess I was wrong." She leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "So, what do you want? You can have whatever you're looking for. But first..." Her free hand moves slowly towards him, fingers curling inward like claws. "You gotta prove yourself."

Juanita chuckles darkly as he palms the blade, its cool steel pressing against her warm flesh. "Well, I suppose not," she says, trying to sound nonchalant despite the knot of fear in her stomach. Her eyes flicker toward the gun before returning to meet his gaze evenly. "So what now?"

With a derisive laugh, Juanita complies, sinking to her knees in the dirt before him. She unzips his fly deftly, revealing his throbbing erection and warm, smooth skin beneath. Without hesitation, she wraps her lips around him, sucking and teasing as best she can despite feeling thoroughly humiliated. Her free hand reaches up to undo the clasps of her bra, exposing her ample breasts to the cool night air; nipples harden and peak in anticipation of his touch.

Her eyes flicker upwards, meeting his gaze through narrowed lids as she takes him deeper into her mouth. She wants nothing more than to snap his neck with a single swift movement or slit his throat while he's distracted by the feel of her skin against his cock. But for now, she plays along, following his lead and doing

Juanita releases his cock from her lips, wiping it clean with the back of her hand before taking hold of his hand and guiding it towards one of her large breasts. "Maybe I'll let you pick which one," she purrs huskily. Her skin is hot against his fingertips as he cups her breast, thumb brushing over a hardening nipple. She arches into the touch, grinding her pelvis against him for purchase and control. The movement causes her skirt to ride higher up her thighs, revealing more of her smooth, tanned flesh beneath.

Her mouth curls into a wicked smile as she watches his face flush with arousal. She knows exactly how to make men like this lose their minds; it's the only power she has over them. It's what keeps her alive. For now.

"Please," she says around the bulge in her mouth, looking up at him through narrowed eyes. Her voice is husky and demanding, edged with a veneer of desperation that's almost convincing. "I need your cock. Give it to me hard and cum deep inside my pussy." She moans, gripping his thigh as she sucks him harder, her tongue dancing around the head of his shaft. "And I want all of it," she breathes, eyes fluttering closed briefly before flicking back up to meet his gaze once more.

Her fingers curl into a fist against her skirt, the material bunching and twisting beneath them as she prepares herself for him; anticipation humming through her veins like electricity. She is aware of how easily this could all go wrong, but right now, with his cock in her mouth and her hand on

The words sting worse than the slap they know would follow if he ever found out. She rolls her eyes, grimacing as she wraps her lips around him again and sucks harder. Her hand gropes between her legs, finding wetness and heat despite her earlier playacting. "Please," she whispers around his cock, each syllable a tiny plea for release from the tension that's been building inside her. She feels as if she could explode at any moment.

Her body quakes under the strain of self-control; muscles tense and clench as desire war with fear and loathing. She hates herself for needing this, but it's the only thing that keeps her alive right now. And if she can just get through it without killing him... well, maybe she'll survive another day.

The sudden invasion of heat and pressure sends shudders through her body, making her gasp and arch her back in an attempt to relieve the ache building low in her belly. She can feel his cock stretching and filling her, claiming her as his own. Her hands struggle against his grasp, trying to push him away even as her hips grind down on his shaft, seeking deeper penetration and release.

Her lips curl back from her teeth in a feral grin of pure animal lust; she could tear out his throat with those teeth any second now. But for now, she lets him have this tiny taste of what she has to offer... as long as he keeps his gun pointed elsewhere. Her fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs, claws scraping against sensitive skin, drawing blood as her nails draw lines and dots across his leg in rhythm with the movements of their hips

It's almost too much to bear; her body trembles on the edge of release as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to oblivion. Her skin is slick with sweat, muscles quivering and tensing in preparation for the bliss that's about to consume her. His touch... it's like fire racing through her veins, burning away all rational thought and reason until there's nothing left but raw, animal need.

Her hips rock faster against him, every movement pulling his cock deeper inside her aching core. She whimpers, words caught in her throat as she feels herself begin to lose control, the power slipping through her fingers like grains of sand through a cracked vase. If he was anyone else... if this were any other time...she would already have him on the ground, his throat torn out and his blood painting the concrete red. But for now...for just

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she lifts herself up and back down on his shaft, her body arched in a bow of pure need and desire. Each movement sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her; she feels it building, coiling tighter and tighter inside her, threatening to snap the last remaining thread that holds her sanity together. Her cunt clenches around him, milking every ounce of essence from his cock as she nears the edge, teetering on the brink of release.

With a desperate moan, she lifts herself higher, trying to take more of him inside her, craving the feel of his weight pressing down on her, possessing her completely. Her head falls back against his shoulder, lips parted in a silent scream as pleasure washes over her in a wave of blissful agony.

Her orgasm hits her like a freight train,

Her voice sharp and guttural, she screams his name as her orgasm crashes over her. "Fuck!" She cries out, writhing beneath him, hips bucking wildly on his thrusts. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake as she tries to anchor herself, to hold on through the inferno of pleasure coursing through her veins. "Oh God!" She gasps, arching her back higher, offering him more of her slick heat with each downward stroke.

"Your cock feels so good! Fuck me harder!" She moans, her tongue dancing along his neck and earlobe. Her hips circle faster around his shaft, hungry for the release she can feel building inside her again, more powerful than before. "I want all of you," she whispers breathlessly against his skin, each word laced with desire and

Her voice cuts loose like a banshee's wail as she comes again, body shuddering under the force of her release. "Ahh!" She cries out, arching her back off the ground as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her fingers dig into his shoulders harder, her nails leaving long lines of blood trailing down his chest.

She moans, feeling herself stretched to capacity around his cock, her pussy tightening almost painfully in response to each thrust. "Fuck, you feel so good!" she groans, helpless against the tidal wave of desire coursing through her veins. Her hips buck up off the ground, searching for deeper contact with his throbbing length, and finding it over and over again as they grind together in a frenzy of need.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a mo

Her moans become more desperate as she feels herself on the brink once again. "Give it to me," she pleads, nails digging into his shoulders like claws. "I need your cum inside me." Her hips buck against him faster now, every movement pushing him closer and closer to completion.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body is wracked with one final spasm of pleasure, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock as she cries out in release. "Oh God! That's it! Fuck!" Her fingers curl into the sheet beneath her, anchoring herself as she rides out the waves of bliss coursing through her.

Her body shudders and quivers with each pulse of his hot cum spurting deep inside her, filling her up until there's no more room for anything but his essence. She moans

As the final spurt of hot cum fills her, Juanita's muscles spasm and clamp down hard around his cock, milking every last drop from him before beginning a slow, steady contraction that forces even more of his essence out of him and into her. Her legs tremble with exertion as she bears his weight on shaky knees, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, hair disheveled from their furious coupling.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a whispered curse of desire and need that tangles in the air between them like cobwebs. As his cock finally begins to soften inside her, she moans pitifully, feeling suddenly cold and empty without him filling her up. Her fingers twitch, itching to reach for him again, but fear and uncertainty hold her back.

For now.

She smiles weakly, her voice barely above a whisper as she finally releases him from her body. "Thank you..." Her words are laced with an unspoken longing that makes his heart race faster despite the distance between them. Even now, with the threat of violence hanging over her head like a dark cloud, she can't help but crave more. It scares her, and it excites her in equal measure.

With shaking hands, Juanita straightens her clothes as best she can; skirt smoothed down, blouse tucked back into panties. Her eyes never leave his face as she rights herself, sitting primly on her knees with her legs crossed demurely at the ankle. For a moment there's silence between them, thick with tension and unspoken promises...

If she answers truthfully, her answer would be "No." She doesn't owe him anything. But...her pussy still throbs with desire and her lips remember the taste of his cock like a drug. So, instead, she shrugs casually, affecting a bored expression. "I could be persuaded," she says nonchalantly. "But it'd cost you."

She glances meaningfully at his gun, unholstered and aimed loosely in her direction the entire time. His eyes follow her gaze, but he doesn't lower the weapon. "What did you have in mind?" he asks coolly.