“You want me to fuck one of your holes?”
“I don’t care!” she panted. Anal porn I gave her rear a squeeze—nice and firm. “I am,” she answered. “Ain’t you a bit old for him. “What was that, sweetness?” I pumped my fingers faster inside her juicy tunnel. “You sure you ain’t enjoin’ this?” I asked. A wheezy screech—air brakes releasing. My thrusts grew harder; I wanted to finish up before the cop interfered. I was only a few blocks from my favorite bedmate’s house—Heather Pritchard. Maybe you’ve heard of me? “Received, thank you.” He turned around. “Hot damn if you ain’t ready to fuck!” I hollered. That was fun. I was only a few blocks from my favorite bedmate’s house—Heather Pritchard. The next cop probably wouldn’t be so hot—or even a woman. I’m a paranormal investigator. My balls were tightening, ready to explode. Jesus H. “I was getting attacked by a ghost.”
“Right, a ghost,” the cop answered, not bothering to hide her sarcasm. The aching pain in my pecker vanished; her delicious flesh eased my torment, washing it away with her juicy warmth.
