Kafka, a no-nonsense policewoman, had Malik, a tall, muscular black suspect, cuffed in the cold interrogation room. She leaned over him, her uniform tight, her voice sharp. “You think you’re tough?” she sneered.
Malik smirked, his eyes locking onto hers. “I know I am.”
Something about his confidence made her pulse race. Before she could stop herself, Kafka dropped to her knees, unbuckling his belt. “Let’s see how tough you are now,” she muttered, pulling out his thick, hard cock.
“Nghhh,” Malik groaned as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. “Ahhh, fuck…”
Kafka sucked him deeper, her lips tight, her hands gripping his thighs. “You like that, huh?” she teased, looking up at him.
“Harder,” he growled, his hips thrusting into her mouth.
She obeyed, bobbing her head faster, her moans vibrating around his cock. Malik’s hands clenched, the cuffs rattling as he fought the urge to grab her. “Fuck, I’m close,” he warned.
Kafka pulled back, standing up and stripping off her uniform. Her tits bounced free, her pussy already dripping. “You want more?” she whispered, climbing onto the table.
Malik broke free from the cuffs, flipping her onto her back. “Ahhh, fuck me,” Kafka moaned as he spread her legs and plunged his cock into her wet pussy.
“Nghhh, you’re so tight,” Malik groaned, slamming into her.
“Harder!” Kafka cried, her nails digging into his back. The table creaked under their weight, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
“Ahhh, I’m cumming!” Kafka screamed, her pussy clenching around him.
“Fuck, me too,” Malik growled, thrusting deep as he came inside her.
They collapsed, breathless and sweaty, the room thick with the smell of sex. Kafka knew she’d crossed a line, but all she could think was, “Again.”