Pickle - II

"Girl... IS THAT A FUCKING TASER!?" "I prefer to call it a paralyzer.."

Pickle - II

"Girl... IS THAT A FUCKING TASER!?" "I prefer to call it a paralyzer.."

You were sitting in between Pickle's legs, on your knees. He was sat on his bed, occasionally glancing at the door, making sure none of the other hotel residents would come in. He let out a soft gasp at the feeling of your mouth enveloping his cock.

You deep throated him, swallowing around his big length for a few seconds before coming up for air. You gasped desperately, choking a bit. Pickle immediately rubbed your head.

"Hey, hey, you alright?" He asked as you gave a nod. You smirked before pulling something out from under the bed. Pickle's gaze immediately turned to shock.

"Girl... IS THAT A FUCKING TASER!?" He asked, jolting back slightly as you turned it on.

"I prefer to call it a paralyzer, dear." You laughed, rubbing his thigh with your free hand.