"Wakey, wakey!" she told the restrained man, simultaneously pressing her cleavage against his face while shoving the tip of her gun against his throat, ceasing to do so the very moment he regained his consciousness.

Sitting down on the bed he was secured to with four sets of handcuffs, all she had to do was point her gun at him to make him stop the usual rambling that followed after her victims woke up, establishing who was in control without any further word.

"You are quite hard to find, honey" she told the shocked man, using her left hand to remove her shoes, immediately starting to rub her fishnet-clad feet against his manhood, resulting in rapid growth. "But maybe in the future you should not trust any pretty girl, that flashes you a smile, and for heaven's sake, watch your drink, it was ridiculously easy to slip my magic potion in there!"

There was no response except for the usual lustful writhing and moaning, a common reaction to the fishnet stocking footjobs she performed, resulting in a respectable amount of sperm shooting out of the man's penis in no time, splattering her stockings just as much as his tummy.

The hitwoman wasted no time, swiping some of the stuff off her feet with her leather glove, licking it off slowly and deliberately. "Mmm, not bad, little heavy on the zinc, but definitely a B plus. No need to thank me, darling, you're gonna repay the favor right away"

She moved up a little bit, straddling his chest, her hips right in front of his face, looking directly into his eyes as she pulled up her tight black dress, revealing to him what she had managed to hide so skillfully when they had first met.

His eyes went wide, almost popping out of their sockets, when he saw the massive amount of meat between her legs, the contract killer additionally taunting him: "Oh, poor baby, you never seen six inches on a girl before? Well, you probably have never seen six inches anywhere, what is yours like? Three? Yeah, three at most."

There was no resistance, not even the attempt to move his face away, when she started to playfully slap him with her massive cock, at the same time explaining what was about to happen now. "You seem nice, honey, so I'll offer you a deal - you are going to serve me now and while I'm quite sure, that the experience will let you speechless, I'll let you live, if you manage to say 'Don't kill me' after the act. Gonna count to ten tho, so you better speak up quickly. Oh, and smile for the camera, baby, you're gonna be famous"

He merely managed to recognize the red recording light of the rather bulky camera positioned in the corner of the room before the assassin started to pound his throat in a violent way, like a meat tornado coming over him, her gloved hands holding his head in place as she was forcefully fucking his mouth, making him almost choke on her cock. He begged for her to stop, tried to escape her grip, but to no avail, this girl had taken just the right amount of protein shakes as he was about to find out the very next moment.

He did not hear her moans of ecstasy, when she finally released her load after a felt eternity, neither did he see the blissful expression of her face, as the texture and amount of sperm that filled up his mouth from one second to the other demanded all his attention. It felt kind of like salty Nutella, too much and too tough to just swallow, too sticky to spit out.

Ira didn't care too much about his struggle tho, taking her time to jerk off what remained inside her penis into the man's face, before calmly starting to count.

"One - two..what's the matter, cat got your tongue?" she teased the condemned man. "Three...four...come on honey, you wanna live or not?" His struggle became even more intense, as he tried to chew and swallow her love juice at the same time as he did his best to utter some word, yet he only managed to sound like a really drunken man.

"Five...siiiiiiiix" she continued, deliberately slowing down her counting, knowing exactly that there was no chance, he would be able to clear his throat in less than a minute. "Seven...eight...you tough guys are all the same, you always think you can do it, you always believe, you can walk away, but the truth is, that my cum always wins!"

She raised her pistol, watching him gulp down a portion of her goo, respectable but futile as it just wasn't enough, aiming at his chest.

"Nine..." "Please don't kill me, please don't kill me!" he managed to stutter out, just as she was about to say the final number, a big chunk of her cum dripping from his chin, as he had finally managed to clear enough of it to speak.

"Impressive baby" she told him with a smile "you are number 26 and the first one to succeed. Just too bad, that I'm a lying murderous bitch!"

He had no time to react, his chest being hit by five bullets in rapid succession, killing him almost instantly. Another contract fulfilled, another hefty sum of money earned, and the dark web would be delighted to see a winner of the game for a change. Of course, on her channel, the girl with the big cock always won in the end.