Bust to trust

Nina Elle sits on the edge of the sofa, tight white dress riding high on her thighs. The officer watches her every move. She parts her legs, pulls the fabric higher, and frees her heavy tits. He drops to his knees, mouth on her nipple, sucking hard until she moans. She tugs his belt open, frees his cock, and drops to her knees in return. Her lips slide over the head, then down the shaft, taking him deep in one slow glide. Spit glistens on her chin. She stands, turns, bends over the armrest. He pushes inside her, deep and steady, the wet slap filling the room. She cries out when he picks up speed, tits swinging. He pulls out at the last second, sprays thick ropes across her face and breasts. She stays on her knees, chest heaving, cum dripping down her chin. The officer zips up and leaves. Nina glances at her phone on the table, sees the unread message from her daughter: “Sorry, staying at Dad’s tonight.” She wipes her cheek with two fingers and laughs.