Connie McDowell's throat is packed to capacity with Arthur Fancy's foot-long ebony scepter. Tears run down the blonde beauty's face (luckily she wears "smear-free" mascara, so the damage is not too bad) as she struggles to cope with the black Captain's monster endowment. Her small hands stroke the shaft lovingly as her little pink tongue laves the marble-hard staff. She regrets that Fancy will not have enough time to fuck her like she wants, but at least she will get a belly-full of his delicious "nut" to keep her satisfied for awhile. Fancy has one big hand on top of her head, guiding her movements. Outside in the bull-pen, the detective squad goes-about their daily business...all except for Lt Rodriguez and Det Ortiz...
"Ay, Dios!" Ortiz cries, as Rodriguez's bulbous prick-head gashes the left wall of her wide-open cunt.
They are in an un-marked car in a New York alleyway, fucking like the hot-blooded latins they are.
"Work those walls, papi, gimme that dick!" she urges. They are in the back seat, with Ortiz in the "missionary " position, her slacks down around her ankles. Rodriguez has discarded his jacket, and his slacks are also down past his knees. He is putting his 10" cunt-tamer to excellent use.
"Ahh, baby, yeah!" Rodriguez groans, knowing on the chocolate brown bud of Rita's left nipple. The inner muscles of her oven-hot, soaking-wet twat milks his big meat-pole like fingers inside a velvet-glove, and he has to battle to keep from emptying his balls into that snapping "panocha".
"Metemela en el culo, papi" Ortiz whispers, staring the her boss right in the eye. That suggestion almost causes Rodriguez to blow his wad. His pulls his juice-slick dick from her squelching gash and leans back to give her room to move onto her hands and knees. Staring back over her left shoulder she gives her lover a wicked grin. She dips one hand between her legs to coat her fingers with a generous amount of the copious female-cum leaking from her sore pussy, then reaches-back to spread some on her brown ass-pucker. A second trip to her honey-pot yields enough to slicken Rodriguez's throbbing prick with. Then she puts one and on each round ass-cheek and spreads them wide in invitation.
"Do it baby" she whispers. "Fuck Rita's asshole"
Pressing the tip of his cock against that inviting target, Rodriguez pushes forward, slowly. An intense pain shoots through her sphincter as it is stretched-open, bit by bit. The tight ring finally snaps around the blunt plum-sized tip, and Ortiz groans in response....
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Ex-detective Jill Kirkendall is in hiding, having run-off with her no-good ex-husband Don, who she ends-up killing after one fuck-up too many. She phones Diane Russell in secret, requesting a meeting in Paris, Texas, where Jill has run-to with her kids. A kindly neighbor, an elderly lady of 65, agrees to watch the two boys while Diane and Jill meet. Diane is able to request and receive some time-off (one day) to make the trip.
She arrives in Paris at 8:15 am and is at Jill's place an hour later. As soon as Jill opens the door Diane is on her like a duck on a june-bug. Soft lips meet in a hot, searing, lip-smacking kiss, and Diane paws her ex-partner like a pimply teen on prom night. Jill's big titties are an obvious, immediate target, and the horny detective's fingers are pinching and squeezing them as if she's milking a cow. Jill's hands aren't idle: her fingers are on the zipper of Diane's dress slacks, tracing the out-line of the strap-on she knows the brunette is wearing underneath.
"My pussy misses your tongue" the husky-voiced blonde tells Diane breathlessly, after the kiss ends.
"My tongue misses your sweet pussy" Diane smiles in reply. "Let's go to bed"
