Detektiv fickt brünette Diebin
Title: “Detektiv fickt brünette Diebin”
Every town has its flirty thieves, and Émilie was no exception. With her auburn hair and emerald eyes, she could charm her way into any man’s wallet – and heart. But little did she know, the dashing detective holes 12B was always one step ahead.
Detective Jean-Luc was not your average gendarme. Tall, ruggedly handsome, with piercing blue eyes that could make any woman weak in the knees. He had Émilie’s confounding thefts pinned on her, but nailing the LTEF (Lovely Thief Eating the Fine) in court would require irrefutable evidence. Time to make her crack!
Jean-Luc’s plan was as simple as it was sinful. He’d arrest Émilie with phony evidence, then offer her a choice – spend the night in jail or…spend the night in his manly arms. He knew what kind of game she was playing, and he’d play it better.
With a rap on her door, he flashed his badge at the startled beauty. “Bonjour, Mademoiselle. I’m afraid you’re under arrest for suspicion of theft,” he purred. “Come quietly and there won’t be any trouble, oui?” She stumbled into the hallway, eyes wide.
At the station, Jean-Luc booked Émilie, relishing the scent of her perfume as he grabbed her delicate wrists. “You’re in a world of trouble, petite chou. But maybe we can work something out…” He leaned in close, voice dripping with suggestion. She shivered.
With a sly wink, he led her through the empty precinct, down to his private office. He locked the door and slowly approached her, like a lion stalking his prey. “I know you’re innocent…but this is the only way.” He unfastened his belt, letting his trousers pool on the floor. Émilie gulped.
“What are you doing, Detective?” she whimpered, taking a step back. But there was nowhere to run. With a sly grin, he undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing a chiseled, tanned chest that begged to be touched.
“I’m going to give you a choice, Émilie…stay and serve me, or spend the night in a frigid cell.” He stroked his taut abs, grinning wickedly. “So…what will it be?”
To her shock, she felt her resistance crumbling. There was something primal about the way Detective Jean-Luc loomed over her, so confident and virile. She’d been with many men, but none like him.
What’s the harm in one night? she thought, stars sparkling in her emerald eyes. Without a word, she stepped forward and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her best lace bra. Jean-Luc licked his lips.
“Bonne fille,” he groaned, squeezing the soft mounds of her breasts. She moaned softly, arching into his touch. With one smooth move, he ripped off her bra, freeing her rosy nipples.
He captured them with his hot mouth, suckling greedily as his hands roamed her curves. She ground against him, craving more. “Detective,” she whined, voice shaking. “Please…”
Jean-Luc repositioned her dainty frame so that she faced the desk. He pushed her down, pinning her wrists as his straining erection pressed urgently against her bottom. “Guess you’re just a naughty girl, wearing no panties…desperate for a hard fuck.”
He eased her thighs apart and rubbed his shaft against her slick folds. She was so wet and ready for him, her body betraying her desire. “Ask for it,” he growled, slapping her ass. “Beg for your detective’s cock, Émilie.”
“Please,” she whimpered. “I want it…I want you inside me!” Her hips circled invitingly. With one swift thrust, he hilted himself in her tight, juicy quim, making her cry out in ecstasy.
Jean-Luc pounded her relentlessly, his balls slapping against her clit as he angled his hips to hit that sweet spot. She wailed with each slam of his pistoning hips, dizzy with pleasure. “So wet for me…take this cock!”
“Oui, merci!” She quivered as he hammered her harder, faster, each delicious plunge driving her closer to the brink. “Detective, oh god…I’m going to…”
“Then cum for me, Émilie,” he commanded, grabbing a fistful of her auburn locks. “Now!” As her climax overtook her, muscles clenching and spasming around him, he roared and erupted deep inside her, painting her womb with his thick essence.
Panting, he inhaled the scent of her hair as they caught their breath. “You’ll be a good girl from now on…n’est-ce pas?” She nodded obediently.detective fick die brunette Theorem Pussy Airlines 24/7 “Good. Your debt to society is paid.” he grinned, swatting her bottom. “Now…let’s go home and do ‘disco’ all over again.” She giggled and followed him out into the night, ready for more.
The End.
