You pulled yourself up onto an abandoned rooftop, breathing hard after climbing up the old building. When you look over, there is a woman crouched with one knee down and the other bent, her silenced rifle aimed straight across the rooftop. Her black latex bodysuit is stretched tight over her hips and ass, the glossy material hugging every curve while the straps around her thighs press into it. From where you were hiding, that huge ass was right in front of your face, close enough that one bad slip would have dropped you right on top of it.

She fired once and her cheeks shook in that tight bodysuit, a body in the distance jerked and dropped.

Did you really think you’d get away?

She pulls the bolt back, the casing ejecting and bouncing off the rooftop. She fires once more just for good measure, her hips shift slightly as she readjusts her position, the suit tightening even more across her ass right in front of your eyes.

That’s all it takes... Pathetic.

Just as she says that, your hand slips against the concrete for a second.

Huh?

Her head turns just enough to catch you. Her expression doesn’t change.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Amateur.

Her hand leaves the rifle. She draws her pistol from the thigh holster and raises it straight at your face.

Stay still.

She fires.