Looking closely at her target coming straight out of the shower of his motel room, the bounty hunter decided, there was not much to look at. The middle-aged guy with no particular features whatsoever, except for the fact, that he did not posess a single muscle in his skinny body, apparently had expected something like this to happen after double-crossing the wrong people. His whole posture told the assassin something else as well – she would not need her handguns to deal with this sorry excuse for a man, a whimp like this could be dealt with by the means of her martial arts knowledge alone.

Quickly she holstered both of them, then brought up her right leg, shoving the man against the wall with her high-heeled boot, pressing her heel against his chest almost effortlessly. "You're a hard man to find, honey – let's see, if you are hard to kill as well!" she taunted him, giving him a seductive smile that was sufficient to make his dick twitch a little bit. She retracted her leg again, actually giving him the chance to do something about his fate, and to her great surprise, he even tried to fight her, even managed to hit her with a punch to her face, yet it felt more like being hit by a kitten's paw, and would not even lead to a scratch.

Then the former MMA fighter hit back, lashing out a few punches of her own, hitting his face and throat repeatedly, each and every one bearing the potential to take him down for good, but that was not what she wanted right now. Like a predatory cat playing with her prey, she let go of him, taking a few steps back, allowing him to mount another attack.

His second attempt of hitting her was even more pathetic than the first one, easily deflected by a series of low-kicks, hitting his side and upper legs. Groaning out in pain, he fell back again, holding his hands up in defense. "God, you're boring" she sighed, going for his head again, only this time she delivered two roundhouse kicks in rapid succession, applying just enough force to trigger a mild concussion, making him drop to the ground like an emtpy bag.

She grabbed his hair, which was way too long for his own good and dragged him across the room, his legs working hard to keep up, forcing him up onto the bed, straddling the semi-conscious man while taking off her top. This piece of garment was custom-made, not just built to contain her breasts in a comfortable way (which it did), it could also be used to restrain a man's hands, eliminating the need to carry handcuffs.

With her target being even more helpless than before, it was finally time to get rid of the bottom of her outfit, leaving only her leather boots and her fingerless gloves on her body when the fun part of this assignment began.

"Wake up honey, sun's out already" the man could hear through the cloud that was still present in his mind, his senses returning quite slowly. He could only recognize the general shape of the young woman who had beaten him into submission, listening to her siren voice while she seemed to slap him with one of her guns, probably getting ready to blow his brains away. It did actually take a few moments for him to realize, that she was not so much a woman, but something different, and the solid object hitting him was not a pistol.

"Poor baby" the killer girl mocked him "You never seen such a big cock before?" If there was anything he wanted to say in reply, he didn't manage to make his point, as all that was audible for the next minutes was a series of moans, when she forced her erection deeply down his throat, only occasionally he managed to get a desperate "shhtop pleashhhe" over his lips.

Skillfully, the hitgirl moved her hips back and forth, holding the man's head in an iron grip, forcefully fucking his mouth, eagerly anticipating her climax after not jerking off for a full week. No matter how this episode could have gone down, she had known from the moment she entered this room that he would end up with her cum on his body, but truth be told, this was what she had hoped for.

Finally, it was her turn to moan out, not letting go of the man's skull while shooting all her load down his throat, actually overwhelming his gag reflex, squirting it all the way down into his stomach, his lungs, even making it come out again from his nostrils. Breathing heavily, her heart pounding like crazy, the deadly lady allowed herself to collapse on the guy's tummy, making him gulp up a portion of sperm again, but not nearly enough to clear his airway.

His death was a rather slow one, choking on the hitwoman's cum while having to watch her sit on top of him, working her still fully erect dick, splattering her remaining love juice all over his face and chest.

"Damn, I've never killed a man that way before" the sexy predator admitted to her victim, calmly putting her clothes back on while he was struggling to breathe. Patiently, she waited for the light to die in his eyes, checking his pulse, satisfied to fine none, then spread the content of the briefcase he had stolen all over his body, a quite hefty sum of drug money. With that message delivered, her client would be almost as satisfied as she felt right now.