Good Slut, Bad Cop

Gal just made Detective and Christian wants her gone. Tension crackles through the house they’re tearing apart for evidence. She mouths off once too often. His hand clamps her throat, cuts her air, slaps her cheek pink. She drops to her knees, lips stretching around his thick cock. Blond hair swinging, she gags deep while he grips her jaw. He bends her over the tagged evidence table, flips her onto her back, slides straight into her cunt without warning. Their bodies slap loud in the empty room. Later she’s naked on her own bed, wrists and ankles locked tight, face down ass up. He drives into her throat first, thick spit stringing from her lips, then he flips her, slams home into her soaked pussy. He doesn’t let up—fast, brutal, relentless. One minute he’s pounding her mouth, the next he’s splitting her open again. She’s rolled, flipped, spread-eagle on her back, ankles cuffed to wrists, thighs wide. He takes whatever hole he wants, switches without mercy until he pulls out and paints her face with heavy streaks, breathing hard like he just filed the only report that matters.