Sexy Investigation

Penelope sits there, legs apart, dripping attitude like she's born to be taken. Detective Castle fires questions like a hungry hound, and she meets each one head-on, mouth running slick and eager. Minute that statement leaves her lips, she shucks her dress like yesterday's bad excuse. Breasts jump free, thick and heavy, nipples already aching like party favors. The detective blinks once, then again—too little, too late. One hand stays braced to the desk while the other tugs his belt loose like he's ordering take-out. She drops to her knees, pumps his cock into her open mouth without invitation, tongue swirling, spit dripping down his shaft faster than lies out of a suspect's mouth. When Castle drags her to the table edge, bends her open and slams in from behind, the confession just keeps flowing—wet sounds, filthy groans, the thick smack of balls hitting skin until neither one remembers what the original crime was anyway.