Fired!
"Not inside me," Officer Beck yells weakly.
"I won't, if you clear me of all my violations," I reply, thinking I had some leverage. Before she can reply, I shoot cumload after cumload into her.
"You bastard!" she screams, but her body betrays her, as another large orgasm washes over her. I continue thrusting through the mixture of our juices. As my limp pecker finally slides out, another weak gush of fluid burst out.
"That was your fifth," I say. "I'm really sorry, I couldn't hold it any longer."
Her thighs shake uncontrollably as she tries to sit up. "I'm still cumming," she says with a contented look-- her juices still continuing to pour out in little spurts. Her anger apparently gone, she adds, "You made me realize I was a multiple cummer and I love the feeling!" I hold her hands and help her onto the floor.
She tries to stand, amid shaky legs, and finally decides to sit on the front bumper. "Know what," she finally says, "I could accuse you for assaulting an officer, maybe even bribery. How about rape!"
I am taken aback by her change of mood. "Please don't," I plead. "Remember, it was your idea."
"Can you hand me my water bottle?" she asks. I quickly retrieve her water bottle from inside the car and hand it to her shaking hands. After downing a couple of gulps, she says in a clearer voice, "Well, I won't add charges, so I guess we're even. To be fair, I'll remove the DUI charge, but the rest remains."
"But there's one problem," she adds.
What is the problem?
"I won't, if you clear me of all my violations," I reply, thinking I had some leverage. Before she can reply, I shoot cumload after cumload into her.
"You bastard!" she screams, but her body betrays her, as another large orgasm washes over her. I continue thrusting through the mixture of our juices. As my limp pecker finally slides out, another weak gush of fluid burst out.
"That was your fifth," I say. "I'm really sorry, I couldn't hold it any longer."
Her thighs shake uncontrollably as she tries to sit up. "I'm still cumming," she says with a contented look-- her juices still continuing to pour out in little spurts. Her anger apparently gone, she adds, "You made me realize I was a multiple cummer and I love the feeling!" I hold her hands and help her onto the floor.
She tries to stand, amid shaky legs, and finally decides to sit on the front bumper. "Know what," she finally says, "I could accuse you for assaulting an officer, maybe even bribery. How about rape!"
I am taken aback by her change of mood. "Please don't," I plead. "Remember, it was your idea."
"Can you hand me my water bottle?" she asks. I quickly retrieve her water bottle from inside the car and hand it to her shaking hands. After downing a couple of gulps, she says in a clearer voice, "Well, I won't add charges, so I guess we're even. To be fair, I'll remove the DUI charge, but the rest remains."
"But there's one problem," she adds.
What is the problem?