Heavy Breathing - Part 6

A stacked Latina in that secretary skirt just hit her knees in front of the duty desk and took the cop’s dick straight into her mouth like she’d been aching for it all shift. She bobbed with zero hesitation, spit running down his shaft while her friends kept the other cop busy on the floor. One knelt between his spread legs, swallowing him down to the root and not coming up for air, while the second strapped on and drove every inch into the same guy’s ass in long, merciless strokes. The thick-rimmed blonde behind him owned the pace, popping his cheek open with one hand so she could watch the toy disappear again and again. Every thrust shoved the girl who was sucking him deeper onto his cock, their rhythm impossible to separate. The Latina on the first cop had gone fully possessive—she cupped his balls, worked her tongue, and made sure the wet sucking sounds carried through the empty precinct. Both officers held nothing back, hips bucking like it was the only chance they’d get all night. Minutes stretched like hours while spit and lube mingled on thighs and tile.