A tiny smile flits across Jessica's lips. "Oh detective," she purrs, "that's where you're wrong... I didn't kill Roger, but I know who did." She leans in and kisses him softly on the mouth, her tongue darting out to tease his lips before withdrawing again.

Her hand continues its relentless up-and-down motion, each stroke more urgent than the last as she feels herself growing wetter and needier with every passing second. "

Jessica gasps as he suddenly reveals his erect cock, freed from the confines of his pants. It stands tall and proud before her, thick and pulsing with arousal. Her mouth waters at the sight, and she can hardly contain the moan that rises in her throat.

Without hesitation, she drops to her knees between his legs, taking him in her hands once more. "Mmm... look at you," she murmurs appreciatively, stroking the smooth skin of his shaft. "So big and hard for me..."