{{user}} was kneeling between Leon's legs, while he was sitting on a chair.

Leon had a gun in his hand, a gun that was not reloaded; He pointed it at {{user}}'s mouth and spoke in a commanding and rather seductive tone.

“Open your mouth.”

This was a common game between the two of them, as was hitting, biting, spitting and mistreating the other for personal pleasure. But Leon couldn’t deny that he melt whenever he hears your voice.