Rookie Detective Held Anal Hostage

Xander has the rookie detective cuffed to her own desk, wrists locked tight behind her. Kacie Castle spits and kicks but he plants a forearm across her throat and slams her down hard. She chokes, heels scraping the floor, then the cuffs ratchet once more as he folds her forward over the cold metal. One savage thrust and he’s buried in her ass, stretching her open. The room echoes with the slap of flesh and the jingle of government steel every time his hips crash into her. He drags her down the hall, naked except for the badge pinned to her shirt, and kicks the Evidence Room door shut. Xander bends her across a metal shelving unit, yanks the shirt aside, and goes right back to pounding her ass raw. Kacie’s mouth hangs open; spit drips onto evidence bags while he rains slaps across her thighs and ribs. Every strike leaves a bright handprint, every thrust forces another guttural cry out of her. When he’s had enough, he spins her around, forces her to her knees, and strokes his cock over her face. Thick ropes paint the rookie’s cheeks and land across the shiny badge still clipped to her chest. She stays on the concrete, cum sliding down her chin, handcuffs clicking with every exhausted breath.