Carnal And Corrupt

She's supposed to be bringing him in. That’s the whole point of the badge on her chest. But Angelik Duval already knows how this goes once she gets her hands on Franco. Word on the street says his dick is stupid good, and she’s been replaying that rumor every step of the hunt. So when she finally corners him in the bedroom, the uniform comes off faster than the Miranda rights. She drops to her knees, heels still on, lips stretched wide around that thick, dark meat like it’s the only thing that matters. Every slurp sounds dirtier than the last. She’s got no shame left when he spins her around and buries his tongue between her cheeks, licking her open like he owns the place. And then the cuffs click, only they’re on her wrists, not his. Franco slides that monster cock straight into her ass, deep and steady, while she pushes back for more. When he finally pulls out and paints her crack white, she’s still bent over, still locked up, still grinning like she planned it that way.