Locked in the Interrogation Room with a Dirty Cop

The heavy steel door clicks shut, leaving you alone with Detective Miller. He doesn't sit behind the desk. Instead, he walks straight toward you, his heavy boots thudding on the linoleum. He rips your skirt up, exposing your soaking wet pussy to the harsh fluorescent lights. 'You've been a very bad girl,' he growls, his hand gripping your hair to tilt your head back. He unzips his trousers, and his thick, hard cock springs free, pulsing with heavy veins.

He grabs your hips and yanks you toward the edge of the metal table. He doesn't use lube; he just rubs his thick head against your clit until you're begging. Then, he thrusts. He drives his cock deep into your pussy in one violent motion, making your head slam back against the table. The metal is cold against your skin, but his cock is blistering hot as he begins to fuck you with rhythmic, punishing strokes. Every thrust hits your cervix, making you moan loudly in the empty precinct.

'Tell me how much you want it,' he commands, his voice a low rasp. He picks up the pace, his hips slamming into yours with a wet, slapping sound. He reaches down, his fingers digging into your breasts, squeezing your nipples hard as he pounds into you. Your walls are clenching around his shaft, milking him with every frantic movement. You can feel the sweat dripping from his forehead onto your chest as he drives himself deeper and deeper.

He speeds up his thrusts, turning into a relentless machine of meat and friction. He's close, you can feel his cock twitching inside you. 'I'm going to fill you up,' he grunts, his eyes dark with lust. He delivers three massive, lunging thrusts that bottom out inside your cunt. He groans loudly as he erupts, pumping thick, hot jets of cum deep into your womb. You climax at the same moment, your pussy spasming around his cock as you scream into the quiet room.