As Priya moved her hips up and down, Robert couldn't believe what was happening. He had broken into a police officer's house, to deny his part in the crime in which he was the prime suspect. But here, he was fucking the beautiful Indian detective whom he said he will fuck early in the morning. Though the juggling of Priya's breasts were amazing, he was not excited. Robert was anxious and in despair. This lack of confidence caused his penis to go soft.
Priya sighed once again, she was in another world, a world where she was a mere woman, waiting for men to pleased her. His penis was so good and strong, her body felt so good for a few minutes, but that was it. When his dick went soft and her pussy started hitting blank shots, she stopped and got up. For a minute she thought of going down on him, giving a blow job and make it hard again, but her inner respect stopped her. She grabbed a towel to cover her breasts and swung around his shoulders to reach for her gun.
Sitting diagonally opposite to the suspect, Priya covered her pussy with legs crossed. She held her gun in one hand while her fingers in the other hand snapped at the suspect. The suspect who seems to have lost in his own thoughts was brought back into attention.
"How did you enter my apartment, and what do want?"
"Door was open and I knocked several times. Seeing no response, I let myself in."
Annoyed at herself for not locking the door, Priya continued with a stern face and her interrogating voice.
"You didn't answer my question fully," she said.
"I came to prove my innocence," Robert replied.
"Naked." Priya finished his sentence.
Robert blushed. "You were beautiful," he added.
"Am I not now?"
"No not like that. You are beautiful. Like I said in the morning, it will be an honour to please your body."
"You said you will fuck me, like a scoundrel. Don't act like a gentleman."
Priya doesn't like anyone to disrespect her dignity. She was furious and left the room without further questioning. Later she went through forensics and once again to the crime scene to search for missing evidence or clues. Being on the outside and fresh air helps her to reduce madness. It was one of the things that was a helpful lesson learned in the compulsory anger management classes that LAPD made her to take.
"Don't take me wrong. I was distracted. That is why I came to apologize now."
But Priya's eyes were fixated on his penis. Though soft, the meat was good 4 inches (ca. 10 cm) and thick enough to plough through her pussy. His balls were hanging down as if they were glass marbles, small yet strong. Priya's lustful vision made Roberts penis alive. As his dick started to rise again, Priya came back from the spell. She uncrossed her legs, kept them on the cocktail table giving a full view of her pussy.
"Let's hear that apology." Priya said.
"I am sorry for use of the parliamentary words earlier and for breaking into your house. I am terribly sorry." apologized Rob
Such a dumbass. No wonder someone had framed him for the murder. If someone had framed him. He is the prime suspect still. With such an open invitation, any men would be having their mouths in her pussy, but this pussy is still apologizing.