He wasn’t hard to spot. Anal sex “Ah shit,” the suspect groaned. I screamed, grabbing at my thigh, trying to stem the pain. All I could do was watch helplessly as he played with my breasts, rolling his fingers between my painfully stiff nipples. I didn’t care that it was a Victoria’s Secret bra, one of my favorites. “Oh, my. This wasn’t me. “Suck on my nipples,” I begged. My body felt like a led weight, but I managed to somehow uncuff myself with the key I had on me. After several rings, it went through. Plus, I didn’t want to explain how I begged to pleasure the guy. Don’t get me wrong, my city had its fair share of scumbags. Status unknown. I was a woman possessed, moaning like a slut as I sucked my own juices clean off his fingers. That’s a good slut cop,” he hissed through his teeth. “You look like you want a taste.”
“N-no, I don’t,” I lied. And that was why I was in my car in the late hours of the evening, hoping to rid my town of one less scumbag.
