The aching pain in my pecker vanished; her delicious flesh eased my torment, washing it away with her juicy warmth. Indian hot sex The more I stared at the cop’s tight ass, the more and more my pecker demanded to fuck her. “That would be the ghost,” Carla answered, camera pointed at the cop. “Bet he ain’t seen a pair of titties in forever!”
“What?” Carla gasped. I drew back, savoring the pleasure her tight bowels were giving me, then buried my pecker back inside. You project your lusts through your touch, driving the woman into a frenzy of lust where she’ll be willing to say or do anything just to have satisfaction.”
“Sound’s ’bout right.” I slapped the cop’s ass. “White female, late twenties, red hair, um, five-nine.” Pause. At least, that’s what the High School girls keep claimin’ to explain away the rash of indecent exposure and lewd conduct incidents.”
“Well, it’s the truth,” Carla huffed. I pushed the curtain of red to the side, exposing her pale neck. I wanted to leave my mark, sucking at her neck as my pecker slipped between her legs. Police, 9th and Main.” He paused, listening. I grabbed her handcuffs, ripping them off her belt.
