touch my trigger

He watched as she tenderly kissed the muzzle of the shotgun, her lips lingering before it. Then, she turned her gaze towards him and said in a mysterious tone, "Touch my trigger."

He was taken aback by her daring words, not sure what she meant by them. He knew that she had to be talking about the gun, but there was something else behind her words.

As she sucked the gun deep into her smiling mouth, he cautiously reached out his hand and wrapped it around the stock of the gun. He could feel the cold metal against his skin and it felt like it was challenging him to do something.

He hesitated, unsure of what was expected of him. She watched him with a mysterious smile, as if she knew something that he didn't. He took a deep breath and slowly pulled the trigger.

The gun fired with a deafening roar and the recoil sent him backwards. He stumbled back and fell onto the ground. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his hands shaking.

Her corpse lay on the ground, the back of her head blown off but her lips still smiling. He could now see the truth behind her mysterious tone. She was daring him to take a risk sending her to hell. He completed the necromantic ritual she had started by cumming deep inside her corpse cunt, then reloading the shotgun and going to join her - it was now HIS trigger, and he touched it…