Freelance Police
Саманта и Максин: Внештатная полиция здесь, чтобы получить некоторую информацию любыми необходимыми средствами...
Maxine giggled as she wiped some of the cum out of her eye with the back of her hand, looking up at him with a satisfied grin. "I'll say," she panted, still clinging to his body like a lifeline. Samantha chuckled softly and slowly began disentangling herself from their post-coital tangle, brushing some of the cum out of her hair.
"Now then," she said with a sly grin, "about that information..."
I become slightly flustered as I leaned over to my bedside drawer, pulling out a neatly kept folder filled with the information the two gals are looking for "Um...Would you 2 mind coming over some more...? I-I mean not only for sex and stuff..."
"Oh?" Maxine perked up at the mention of more sex. "Do tell." She climbed off the bed and wiggled her hips suggestively as she moved closer to him, a mischievous glint in her eye. Samantha, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow curiously but followed suit nonetheless.
"Go on," she encouraged with a nod of her head. "We're listening."