XXX-Men
when the authorities shut them down, which meant that if they didn't resume filming soon she was going to be out a million dollars, her contract stipulating that she only got paid if she did the work. The money had already been spent, and there was no way in hell Rose Byrne was going to let her good name be dragged through the mud if she could help it.
She only wished he had used a condom like she asked; not that it particularly mattered. He was a cop, a captain, he would be clean. Right?
Leaning back, Dudley took his cock in hand and slapped the swollen head across her cheek, splattering pre-cum and her own spit all over her pretty face. Rose gasped at that, yelping when he took her by the hair and hauled her to her feet.
He dragged her over to the desk and shoved her roughly against it. Rose groaned, his cock grinding into her bare ass, and whimpered when he pulled her hands behind her back and slapped the cuffs on her, terror filling her syrupy brown eyes until he bent her over the desk and kicked her feet apart.
He entered her hard, placing his hands on her thin upper arms while he rocked his hips and drove himself again and again into her moist heat. Rose moaned hotly, fluttering her eyelashes and lifting up on her toes, her juicy rear jiggling powerfully under the assault. She had taken some mighty big men in the past weeks, and while this one wasn't half the size of the smallest he more than made up for it with his aggressive nature, pulling on her hair and digging his fingers into her hips when he wasn't smacking her ass or reaching around to abuse her perky tits.
"Oh yeah, that's it, that's it!" He leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk while he focused on giving her short but hard jabs, every pump making her cry out. "You like that, slut? That do it for you?"
"Uh-huh," Rose gasped, slipping around in a growing puddle of spit. "Uh-huh uh-huh!"
Her jaw dropped when he hauled her off the desk, kneading her breasts while he hammered into her with everything he had left. She felt so cheap and dirty, like a true-life whore, and the revelation was enough to make her nipples pop and her engorged clitoris throb, the naked Aussie beauty crying out while the Las Vegas police captain treated her like a twenty-dollar hooker right off the street.
He gave her plenty of warning before he came, grunting and cursing into her ear while he painfully twisted her nipples. Rose tried to push him off, begged him to pull out, but he ignored her, leaving the Australian princess wailing while he kissed her slender neck and tugged on her clit. His thick semen coated her velvet walls and flooded her womb, and Rose could only flutter her lashes and thank God that she was on the pill--a strange reaction for an agnostic come from a family of atheists.
He pushed her back over the desk, pressing down on her and kissing her glistening flesh while he recovered. They were both breathing hard, both moaning softly while his cock pulsed and throbbed inside of her. Finally, when he grew too small to be of any use, he pulled her off the desk and led her over to the sofa against the wall.
"Wait here," he said, shoving her down before walking out of the room without another word.
Rose took a deep breath, her handcuffs jangling, the fake leather cushion squeaking beneath her even while it stuck to her sweaty flesh. She closed her legs, rubbing her knees together, and stared out the window while she waited. She had no idea when he would be back, or if he would even be alone, but there was one thing she was certain of.
Her day was far from over.
