I pull out my phone as we draw close to our destination and text my wife.
Let’s have a nice dinner tonight.
A celebration for ridding the world of another cunt. The dots appear, then her text.
I want you for dinner. To feel your cock hitting the back of my throat as I gag around your fat girth. Feed me, my king.
“We’re here, sir,” Thomas informs me.
Adjusting my cock, I say, “Let’s make this quick, Thomas. My wife’s hungry.”
Stepping out, Thomas checks his phone again. The scan of the house from above shows the one occupant.
“Just him, sir.”
“Good,” I grin, flexing my shoulders.
“Do you want a particular weapon? I brought a kit,” Thomas tells me, gesturing to the trunk.
“No. For this one, I’ll use my hands.”
Walking to the door, I rap my knuckles, waiting for the surprised face opening the door.
“Hello, Clint,” I growl. Covering his mouth with my hand, I back him inside the house and kick the door closed.
The end…