The young woman bucked her hips, grinding over the detective's face. She was in no rush; no one was there on the weekend, and no cops knew the detective had come.



And so, she pleasured herself on the young detective's body, moaning as she remembered the officer's pleas, and her tears as she begged. So strong, so brave, reduced to a tearful, begging mess. And reduced even more to a sack of meat that her murderer used to get off



The thought made her finish, juices flowing over the detectives face, running down her lips and her cheeks, dripping onto her ripped suit