Dean didn't have a gun kink, not really. Sure, he appreciated a good firearm, liked to keep his weapons clean and well oiled. He spends time maintaining them, and sure, he had a few hefty ones. They fit the job.

But seeing his favorite gun in her hands, watching her hold it, caress his skin with the barrel even as she straddles him...it has him rethinking the appeal, even as he pulls on the cuffs she's got around his wrists.

She smiles, purrs, her naked, wet pussy teasing over his cock, dripping over him, teasing him the same way she's been at it for over an hour.

He cusses and thrusts up, but she pulls away, the gun dragging down his stomach, over his navel...and then she's rubbing his cock with it, her mouth covering the tip and sucking while the gun slides over his skin and holy fuck but it just might be the hottest thing he's ever seen.